SCENE I. Without....] Capell. Continues in Florence. Pope. Part of the

_THE WORKS_

OF

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

[Illustration]

THE WORKS

OF

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

EDITED BY

WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK, M.A.

FELLOW AND TUTOR OF TRINITY COLLEGE, AND PUBLIC ORATOR IN THE

UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE;

AND WILLIAM ALDIS WRIGHT, M.A.

LIBRARIAN OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.

_VOLUME III._

Cambridge and London:

MACMILLAN AND CO.

1863.

CAMBRIDGE:

PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY, M.A.

AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.

CONTENTS.

PAGE

The Preface vii

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW 3

Notes to The Taming of The Shrew 101

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL 109

Notes to All's Well That Ends Well 215

TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL 223

Notes to Twelfth Night; or, What You Will 311

THE WINTER'S TALE 317

Notes to The Winter's Tale 429

PREFACE.

The four plays printed in this volume appeared for the first time in the

Folio of 1623, and in the same order in which they are here given.

Of _The Taming of the Shrew_ alone is there any Quarto edition. The

title-page of this, as it appears in Capell's copy, is as follows:

A wittie | and pleasant | Comedie | Called | _The Taming of the

Shrew_. | As it was acted by his Maiesties | _Seruants at the_

Blacke Friers | _and the_ Globe. | Written by Will. Shakespeare. |

LONDON, | Printed by W. S. for _John Smethwicke_, and are to be |

sold at his Shop in Saint _Dunstones_ Church- | yard vnder the

Diall: | 1631. |

From a minute comparison of this Quarto edition with the First Folio,

extending to points which are necessarily left unrecorded in our notes,

we have come to the conclusion that the Quarto was printed from the

Folio. It is necessary to mention this, because Mr Collier, in the

second edition of his Shakespeare, maintains that the Quarto was printed

long before 1623, perhaps as early as 1607 or 1609; that its publication

"had been in some way 'stayed' by the intervention of the author, on

behalf of himself and the company to which he belonged; and that, having

in consequence been laid aside for a number of years, some copies of it,

remaining in the hands of Smithwicke the stationer, were issued in 1631,

as if it had been then first published." Mr Collier also conjectures

that the title-page was 'struck off long subsequent to the printing of

the body of the comedy to which it is attached.' That this could not

have been the case appears from an examination of Capell's copy, the

only one known to us which has the title-page perfect. In this the title

forms part of the first quire, and has not been inserted. The paper on

which it is printed is the same as that used for the rest of the play,

the wire-marks corresponding throughout. The passages from the Quarto

and Folio which Mr Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to

make strongly against it.

We have not reprinted the old play called _The Taming of a Shrew_, on

which Shakespeare founded his comedy, because it is manifestly by

another hand. It is referred to in the notes as (Q).

The 'Long MS.,' to which we have referred, is a copy of the Second Folio

in the Library of Pembroke College, Cambridge, which was formerly in the

possession of Dr Roger Long, Master of the College from 1733 to 1770. It

contains marginal emendations, some from Theobald and Warburton, marked

'T.' and 'W.' respectively; some to which the initial 'L.' is affixed,

and some without any initial letter at all. Such of these as could not

be traced to any earlier source we have quoted as 'Long conj. MS.' or

'Long MS.' For permission to use this volume we are indebted to the

kindness of the Rev. C. H. Parez.

Mr Keightley has, with great liberality, sent for our use the MS. of his

forthcoming work 'The Shakespeare Expositor.' We beg to return him our

best thanks.

To the number of those whom we have to thank for kind assistance we add

with pleasure the names of the Rev. G. B. Bubier, the Rev. N. M.

Ferrers, and Dr Meredith of Quebec.

W. G. C.

W. A. W.

ADDENDA AND CORRIGENDA.

_The Taming of the Shrew._

II. 1. 108. _To_] _Unto_ S. Walker conj.

IV. 1. 36, 37. _and ... thou wilt_] _is ... will thaw_ Badham

conj. In note on line 37 dele _will thaw_ Anon. conj.

IV. 5. 22. Add to note, _so it shall be, so_ Mitford conj.

IV. 5. 77. _Have to_] _Have at_ Jervis conj.

_All's Well that Ends Well._

I. 1. 97. In the note, for _Williams_ read _Badham_.

II. 1. 170. _maiden's_] _maid's_ S. Walker conj.

III. 2. 108. Add to note, _move the still-reeking_ Jervis conj.

IV. 2. 38. Add to note, _make ropes ... snare or wake hopes ...

scare_ Bubier conj.

IV. 3. 94. Add to note, _he has_ Steevens.

IV. 3. 96. For _he has_ read _has_, and in the note read _has_]

_ha's_ Ff. _he has_ Steevens.

_The Winter's Tale._

I. 2. 147, 148. Add to note, Her. _How my lord?_ Pol. _What ...

brother?_

II. 1. 40. Add to note, _drink deep_ Long MS. Mr Staunton's

conjecture should be _drink deep o't_.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[1].

A Lord. }

Christopher Sly, a tinker. } Persons in the

Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Servants.} Induction

BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.

_Vincentio_, an old gentleman of Pisa.

_Lucentio_, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.

_Petruchio_[2], a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina.

GREMIO, }

HORTENSIO,} suitors to Bianca.

TRANIO, }

BIONDELLO,} servants to Lucentio.

GRUMIO[3],}

CURTIS[4],} servants to Petruchio.

A Pedant.

KATHARINA, the shrew,}

BIANCA, } daughters to Baptista.

Widow.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE: _Padua_, _and Petruchio's country house_.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ] First given by Rowe.

[2] PETRUCHIO] PETRUCIO Knight. PETRUCCIO Ritson conj.

[3] GRUMIO] GRUNNIO S. Walker conj.

[4] CURTIS] Capell.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

INDUCTION.

SCENE I. _Before an alehouse on a heath_.

_Enter_ HOSTESS _and_ SLY.

_Sly._ I'll pheeze you, in faith.

_Host._ A pair of stocks, you rogue!

_Sly._ Y'are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in

the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore

paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa! 5

_Host._ You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

_Sly._ No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy

cold bed, and warm thee.

_Host._ I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough.

[_Exit._ 10

_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. [_Falls asleep._

_Horns winded_. _Enter a_ Lord _from hunting_, _with his train_.

_Lord._ Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd; 15

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.

_First Hun._ Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; 20

He cried upon it at the merest loss

And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:

Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

_Lord._ Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,

I would esteem him worth a dozen such. 25

But sup them well and look unto them all:

To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

_First Hun._ I will, my lord.

_Lord._ What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

_Sec. Hun._ He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale, 30

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, 35

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,

Would not the beggar then forget himself?

_First Hun._ Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 40

_Sec. Hun._ It would seem strange unto him when he waked.

_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

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: 45

Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters

And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:

Procure me music ready when he wakes,

To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;

And if he chance to speak, be ready straight 50

And with a low submissive reverence

Say 'What is it your honour will command?'

Let one attend him with a silver basin

Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers;

Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, 55

And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'

Some one be ready with a costly suit

And ask him what apparel he will wear;

Another tell him of his hounds and horse,

And that his lady mourns at his disease: 60

Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;

And when he says he is, say that he dreams,

For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:

It will be pastime passing excellent, 65

If it be husbanded with modesty.

_First Hun._ My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,

As he shall think by our true diligence

He is no less than what we say he is.

_Lord._ Take him up gently and to bed with him; 70

And each one to his office when he wakes.

[_Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds._

Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:

[_Exit Servingman._

Belike, some noble gentleman that means,

Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

_Re-enter_ Servingman.

How now! who is it?

_Serv._ An't please your honour, players 75

That offer service to your lordship.

_Lord._ Bid them come near.

_Enter_ Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome.

_Players._ We thank your honour.

_Lord._ Do you intend to stay with me to-night?

_A Player._ So please your lordship to accept our duty. 80

_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. 85

_A Player._ I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.

_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. 90

There is a lord will hear you play to-night:

But I am doubtful of your modesties;

Lest over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,--

For yet his honour never heard a play,--

You break into some merry passion 95

And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,

If you should smile he grows impatient.

_A Player._ Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,

Were he the veriest antic in the world.

_Lord._ Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 100

And give them friendly welcome every one:

Let them want nothing that my house affords.

[_Exit one with the Players._

Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page,

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber; 105

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 observed in noble ladies

Unto their lords, by them accomplished: 110

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?' 115

And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,

And with declining head into his bosom,

Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd

To see her noble lord restored to health,

Who for this seven years hath esteemed him 120

No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:

And if the boy have not a woman's gift

To rain a shower of commanded tears,

An onion will do well for such a shift,

Which in a napkin being close convey'd 125

Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst:

Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [_Exit a Servingman._

I know the boy will well usurp the grace,

Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman: 130

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.

I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence

May well abate the over-merry spleen 135

Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

[INDUCTION.] Pope. om. Ff Q. See note (I).

[SCENE I. Before ...] Theobald. A Hedge Ale-house. Capell.

[Enter ...] Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly. Ff Q.

[1] _pheeze_] _fese_ (Q).

[2] _stocks_] F3 F4. _stockes_ F1 Q.] _stokes_ F2.

[4] _came in_] _came_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[5] _paucas_] _paucus_ F4.

[7] _Go by, Jeronimy_] _goe by Ieronimie_ Q. _go by S. Ieronimie_ Ff

(_Ieronimy_ F2. _Jeronimy_ F3 F4). _go by, Jeronimo_ Theobald. '_go

by_,' _says Jeronimy_ Steevens (Capell conj.). _go--by S. Jeronimy_

Knight. See note (II).

[9] _thirdborough_] Theobald. _head-borough_ Ff Q.

[10] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff Q.

[13] [Falls asleep.] Ff Q. Falls from off his bench, and sleeps.

Capell. Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Malone.

[14] SCENE II. Pope.

Horns winded.] Winde hornes. Ff Q.

[15] _Brach_] _Leech_ Hanmer. _Bathe_ Johnson conj. _Breathe_ Mitford

conj. _Brace_ Becket conj. _Trash_ Singer.

_Brach ... emboss'd_;] (_Brach_ _Merriman_, _the poor cur, is

emboss'd_,) Grant White. _Brach_, _Merriman_, _the ... emboss'd_

Johnson. (_Back_ _Merriman_!--_the ... emboss'd_) Anon. conj.

[23] _better_] om. Q.

[30, 31] Printed as prose in Ff Q, as verse first by Rowe (ed. 2).

[37] _bed_] _side_ Anon. conj.

[41, 42] _waked_. Lord. _Even_ ... _fancy_. _Then_] _waked_, _Even_

... _fancy_. Lord. _Then_ Anon. conj.

[46] _Balm_ ... _head_] _Bath_ ... _hide_ Capell conj.

_in_] _with_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[55] _the third_] _a third_ Rowe.

[62] _And_ ... _he is_,] Ff Q. _And when_ _he says he is poor_, Rowe

(ed. 1). _And_ ... _he's poor_, Rowe (ed. 2). _And_ ... _he

is_,--Theobald. _And_ ... _he's Sly_, Johnson conj. _And when he says

what he is_, Long conj. MS. _When he says what_ _he is_, Collier MS.

_And what he says_ _he is_, Jackson conj. _And when he_ _says who he

is_, Anon. ap. Halliwell conj. See note (III).

[67] _we will_] _we'll_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[71] [Some bear out Sly.] Theobald. om. Ff Q.

A trumpet sounds.] Sound trumpets. Ff Q.

[72] [Exit S.] Ex. Servant. Theobald. om. Ff Q.

[75] SCENE III. Pope.

Re-enter ...] Enter ... Ff Q.

[75, 76] _An't ... players That_] Ff Q.

_Please your honour, players That_ Pope.

_An it ... Players that_ Malone.

[76] _That offer_] _That come to offer_ Capell. _That offer humble_

Collier MS.

[77] Enter P.] Ff Q, after line 76.

[80] A Player.] Edd. 2. Player. Ff Q.

[85] _fitted_] _fit_ S. Walker conj.

[86] A Player.] Sincklo. F1 Q. Sin. F2. Sim. F3 F4. 1. P. Capell. See

note (IV).

[98] A Player.] Plai. F1 F2. Play. Q. Pla. F3 F4. 1. P. Capell.

[99] See note (v).

[101] _And ... one_] omitted by Rowe.

[103] _Barthol'mew_] _Bartholmew_ Ff Q. _Bartholomew_ Rowe.

[108] _bear_] F3 F4. _beare_ F1 F2. _bare_ Q.

[ Linenote 112] _soft low_] _soft slow_ Malone conj.

[113] _will_] _doth_ Q.

[120] _this seven_] _these seven_ Rowe (ed. 2). _twice seven_

Theobald.

_him_] _himself_ Rowe.

[125] _being ... convey'd_] (_being ... convei'd_) Ff Q.

[133] _peasant._] Johnson. _peasant_, Ff Q. _peasant_; Rowe.

[135] _the_] _their_ Collier (Collier MS.).

Scene II. _A bedchamber in the_ Lord's _house._

_Enter aloft_ SLY, _with_ Attendants; _some with apparel_, _others with_

_basin and ewer and other appurtenances_, _and_ Lord.

_Sly_. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.

_First Serv_. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of

sack?

_Sec. Serv_. Will't please your honour taste of these

conserves?

_Third Serv._ What raiment will your honour wear to-day?

_Sly._ I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor 5

'lordship:' I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me

any conserves, give me conserves of beef: ne'er ask me

what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than

backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than

feet; nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as 10

my toes look through the overleather.

_Lord._ Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!

O, that a mighty man of such descent,

Of such possessions and so high esteem,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit! 15

_Sly._ What, would you make me mad? Am not I

Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath, by birth a

pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a

bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask

Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me 20

not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for

sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom.

What! I am not bestraught: here's--

_Third Serv._ O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

_Sec. Serv._ O, this is it that makes your servants droop! 25

_Lord._ Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth,

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. 30

Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

Each in his office ready at thy beck.

Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [_Music._

And twenty caged nightingales do sing:

Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch 35

Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:

Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. 40

Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar

Above the morning lark: or wilt thou hunt?

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

_First Serv._ Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift 45

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

_Sec. Serv._ Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight

Adonis painted by a running brook

And Cytherea all in sedges hid

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, 50

Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

_Lord._ We'll show thee Io as she was a maid

And how she was beguiled and surprised,

As lively painted as the deed was done.

_Third Serv._ Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, 55

Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,

And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

_Lord._ Thou art a lord and nothing but a lord:

Thou hast a lady far more beautiful 60

Than any woman in this waning age.

_First Serv._ And till the tears that she hath shed for thee

Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,

She was the fairest creature in the world;

And yet she is inferior to none. 65

_Sly._ Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?

Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?

I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things:

Upon my life, I am a lord indeed 70

And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly.

Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

_Sec. Serv._ Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands?

O, how we joy to see your wit restored! 75

O, that once more you knew but what you are!

These fifteen years you have been in a dream;

Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept.

_Sly._ These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.

But did I never speak of all that time? 80

_First Serv._ O, yes, my lord, but very idle words:

For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,

Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;

And rail upon the hostess of the house;

And say you would present her at the leet, 85

Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts:

Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

_Sly._ Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

_Third Serv._ Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,

Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up, 90

As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece

And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell

And twenty more such names and men as these

Which never were nor no man ever saw.

_Sly._ Now Lord be thanked for my good amends! 95

_All._ Amen.

_Sly._ I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.

_Enter the_ Page _as a lady_, _attended_.

_Page._ How fares my noble lord?

_Sly._ Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.

Where is my wife? 100

_Page._ Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her?

_Sly._ Are you my wife and will not call me husband?

My men should call me 'lord:' I am your good-man.

_Page._ My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;

I am your wife in all obedience. 105

_Sly._ I know it well. What must I call her?

_Lord._ Madam.

_Sly._ Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?

_Lord._ 'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords call ladies.

_Sly._ Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd 110

And slept above some fifteen year or more.

_Page._ Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

_Sly._ 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.

Madam, undress you and come now to bed. 115

_Page._ Thrice-noble lord, let me entreat of you

To pardon me yet for a night or two;

Or, if not so, until the sun be set:

For your physicians have expressly charged,

In peril to incur your former malady, 120

That I should yet absent me from your bed:

I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

_Sly._ Ay, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long.

But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again: I will

therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the blood. 125

_Enter a_ Messenger.

_Mess._ Your honour's players, hearing your amendment,

Are come to play a pleasant comedy;

For so your doctors hold it very meet,

Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy: 130

Therefore they thought it good you hear a play

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment.

Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

_Sly._ Marry, I will, let them play it. Is not a comonty

a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick? 135

_Page._ No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.

_Sly._ What, household stuff?

_Page._ It is a kind of history.

_Sly._ Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my

side and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. 140

_Flourish._

LINENOTES:

[SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. A ... house.] Theobald.

Enter aloft SLY ...] Enter aloft the drunkard ... Ff Q. A stately Room

in the Lord's House: In it a Stage and other Appurtenances, for the

Play: and, in another Part, a Bed; SLY, in a rich Night-dress, sitting

on it; surrounded by Servants, bearing Apparel, Bason, Ewer, &c. a

Sideboard being by. Enter, at lower End, the Lord, himself habited

like a Servant. Capell.

[1] Sly.] Beg. Ff Q, and elsewhere in the scene.

[5] _Christophero_] _Christopher_ Warburton.

[10] _sometime_] _sometimes_ F3 F4.

[12] _idle_] _evil_ Collier MS.

[17] _Christopher_] F1 Q F2. _Christophero_ F3 F4.

_Sly's_] _Sies_ F1.

_Burton-heath_] _Barton-heath_ Steevens conj.

[18] _card-maker_] _cart-maker_ or _cord-maker_ or _crate-maker_ or

_cord-wainer_ Anon. conj.

[21] _fourteen pence_] xiiii. d. F1 Q F2. xiv. d. F3 F4.

_score_] _sorce_ F2.

[22] _sheer_] F4. _sheere_ F1 Q F2 F3. _shear_ Jordan conj.

_Warwickshire_ Collier MS.]

[23] _What!_] _What_ Ff Q. _What?_--Hanmer.

_bestraught_] _distraught_ Steevens conj. (withdrawn).

_here's_--] Ff. _here's_ Q.

[24] Third Serv.] 3. Man. F1 Q F2. 1. Man. F3 F4.

[25] _is it_] _it is_ Rowe.

[26] _shuns_] _shun_ Rowe.

[43] _hounds_] _bounds_ Q.

[47] Sec. Serv.] 2. M. Ff Q.

[51] _with_] _with th'_ Anon. conj.

[63] _o'er-run_] _o'er-ran_ Theobald.

[71] _Christophero_] F2 F3 F4. _Christopher_ F1 Q.

[74] [presenting the Ewer, &c. Capell.

[75] _wit_] _wits_ F3 F4.

[78] _so_] _you_ Rowe.

[84] _rail_] _rail'd_ Rowe.

[86] _no_] _not_ Collier MS.

[91] _of Greece_] _o' th' Green_ Hanmer (L. II. apud Theobald conj.).

_of_ _Greys_ or _of Greete_ Halliwell conj.

[92] _Henry_] _Harry_ Capell conj.

[96] See note (VI).

[97] SCENE V. Pope.

Enter ...] Capell. Enter Lady with Attendants. Ff Q (after line 96).

[98-100] Capell prints as two lines _How_ ... _well_; _For_ ...

_wife?_

[99, 100] _Marry_ ... _wife?_] Printed as prose by Pope.

[108] _Al'ce_] Capell. _Alce_ Ff.

[110] See note (VII).

_Madam_] _Humph madam_ Capell conj. _Madam_, _my_ S. Walker conj.

[110, 111] _Madam_ ... _more_] As prose in Pope.

[111] _above_] F1 Q F2. _about_ F3 F4.

_year or_] _year and_ F4. _years_ _and_ Rowe.

[114, 115] _'Tis much_ ... _bed_] As prose in Pope.

[120] _In_] _On_ Capell. _your_] _you_ Q.

[124] _dreams_] _dream_ Rowe.

[126] SCENE VI. Pope.

Enter ...] Ff. Enter another servant. Capell.

[129] _too much_] _so much_ Rowe.

[134] _Marry_ ... _Is not_] Capell (_play't_). _Marrie I will let them

play, it is not_ F1 Q F2. _Marry I will, let them play,_ _it is not_

F3. _Marry I will, let them_ _play, is it not_ F4.

_comonty_] _commodity?_ Pope, from (Q).

[134-140] _Marry_ ... _younger_] Capell prints as six lines of verse.

[135] _gambold_] Ff Q. _gambol_ Pope.

[140] _and_ ... _younger_] _We shall ne'er_ _be younger_, _and let the

world slide_ Collier (Collier MS.), reading 139, 140 as rhyme.

[Seating her for the Play. Capell. They sit down. Malone.

Flourish.] Ff Q. om. Capell.

ACT I.

SCENE I. _Padua_. _A public place_.

_Enter_ LUCENTIO _and his man_ TRANIO.

_Luc._ Tranio, since for the great desire I had

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy;

And by my father's love and leave am arm'd 5

With his good will and thy good company,

My trusty servant, well approved in all,

Here let us breathe and haply institute

A course of learning and ingenious studies.

Pisa renowned for grave citizens 10

Gave me my being and my father first,

A merchant of great traffic through the world,

Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

Vincentio's son brought up in Florence

It shall become to serve all hopes conceived, 15

To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:

And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,

Virtue and that part of philosophy

Will I apply that treats of happiness

By virtue specially to be achieved. 20

Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left

And am to Padua come, as he that leaves

A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep

And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

_Tra._ _Mi perdonato_, gentle master mine, 25

I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Only, good master, while we do admire

This virtue and this moral discipline, 30

Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;

Or so devote to Aristotle's checks

As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:

Balk logic with acquaintance that you have

And practise rhetoric in your common talk; 35

Music and poesy use to quicken you;

The mathematics and the metaphysics,

Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:

In brief, sir, study what you most affect. 40

_Luc._ Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.

If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

We could at once put us in readiness,

And take a lodging fit to entertain

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. 45

But stay a while: what company is this?

_Tra._ Master, some show to welcome us to town.

_Enter_ BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, _and_ HORTENSIO.

LUCENTIO _and_ TRANIO _stand by_.

_Bap._ Gentlemen, importune me no farther,

For how I firmly am resolved you know;

That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter 50

Before I have a husband for the elder:

If either of you both love Katharina,

Because I know you well and love you well,

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

_Gre._ [_Aside_] To cart her rather: she's too rough for me. 55

There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

_Kath._ I pray you, sir, is it your will

To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

_Hor._ Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. 60

_Kath._ I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:

I wis it is not half way to her heart;

But if it were, doubt not her care should be

To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool

And paint your face and use you like a fool. 65

_Hor._ From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!

_Gre._ And me too, good Lord!

_Tra._ Husht, master! here's some good pastime toward:

That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

_Luc._ But in the other's silence do I see 70

Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.

Peace, Tranio!

_Tra._ Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.

_Bap._ Gentlemen, that I may soon make good

What I have said, Bianca, get you in: 75

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

_Kath._ A pretty peat! it is best

Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.

_Bian._ Sister, content you in my discontent. 80

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:

My books and instruments shall be my company,

On them to look and practise by myself.

_Luc._ Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

_Hor._ Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? 85

Sorry am I that our good will effects

Bianca's grief.

_Gre._ Why will you mew her up,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

_Bap._ Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved: 90

Go in, Bianca: [_Exit Bianca._

And for I know she taketh most delight

In music, instruments and poetry,

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,

Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, 95

Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such,

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

I will be very kind, and liberal

To mine own children in good bringing-up:

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; 100

For I have more to commune with Bianca. [_Exit._

_Kath._ Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not?

What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike,

I knew not what to take, and what to leave, ha? [_Exit._

_Gre._ You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so 105

good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not so great,

Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it

fairly out: our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:

yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any

means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she 110

delights, I will wish him to her father.

_Hor._ So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray.

Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle,

know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may

yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals 115

in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing specially.

_Gre._ What's that, I pray?

_Hor._ Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.

_Gre._ A husband! a devil.

_Hor._ I say, a husband. 120

_Gre._ I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though

her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be

married to hell?

_Hor._ Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and

mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good 125

fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would

take her with all faults, and money enough.

_Gre._ I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with

this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.

_Hor._ Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten 130

apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us friends,

it shall be so far forth friendly maintained till by helping

Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest

free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca!

Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets 135

the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio?

_Gre._ I am agreed; and would I had given him the best

horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly

woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the house of her!

Come on. [_Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio._ 140

_Tra._ I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?

_Luc._ O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it possible or likely;

But see, while idly I stood looking on, 145

I found the effect of love in idleness:

And now in plainness do confess to thee,

That art to me as secret and as dear

As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was,

Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, 150

If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;

Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

_Tra._ Master, it is no time to chide you now;

Affection is not rated from the heart: 155

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,

'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.'

_Luc._ Gramercies, lad, go forward; this contents:

The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.

_Tra._ Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, 160

Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

_Luc._ O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,

When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strond. 165

_Tra._ Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister

Began to scold and raise up such a storm

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?

_Luc._ Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move

And with her breath she did perfume the air: 170

Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

_Tra._ Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.

I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:

Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd 175

That till the father rid his hands of her,

Master, your love must live a maid at home;

And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,

Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.

_Luc._ Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! 180

But art thou not advised, he took some care

To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?

_Tra._ Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted.

_Luc._ I have it, Tranio.

_Tra._ Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one. 185

_Luc._ Tell me thine first.

_Tra._ You will be schoolmaster

And undertake the teaching of the maid:

That's your device.

_Luc._ It is: may it be done?

_Tra._ Not possible; for who shall bear your part,

And be in Padua here Vincentio's son; 190

Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends,

Visit his countrymen and banquet them?

_Luc._ Basta; content thee, for I have it full.

We have not yet been seen in any house,

Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces 195

For man or master; then it follows thus;

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Keep house and port and servants, as I should:

I will some other be; some Florentine,

Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa. 200

'Tis hatch'd and shall be so: Tranio, at once

Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak:

When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;

But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

_Tra._ So had you need. 205

In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,

And I am tied to be obedient;

For so your father charged me at our parting,

'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he,

Although I think 'twas in another sense; 210

I am content to be Lucentio,

Because so well I love Lucentio.

_Luc._ Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves:

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid

Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. 215

Here comes the rogue.

_Enter_ BIONDELLO.

Sirrah, where have you been?

_Bion._ Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are

you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes?

Or you stolen his? or both? pray, what's the news?

_Luc._ Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest, 220

And therefore frame your manners to the time.

Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,

And I for my escape have put on his;

For in a quarrel since I came ashore 225

I kill'd a man and fear I was descried:

Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,

While I make way from hence to save my life:

You understand me?

_Bion._ I, sir! ne'er a whit.

_Luc._ And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth: 230

Tranio is changed into Lucentio.

_Bion._ The better for him: would I were so too!

_Tra._ So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,

That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.

But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise 235

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies:

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;

But in all places else your master Lucentio.

_Luc._ Tranio, let's go: one thing more rests, that thyself

execute, to make one among these wooers: if thou ask 240

me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty.

[_Exeunt._

_The presenters above speak._

_First Serv._ My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.

_Sly._ Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely:

comes there any more of it?

_Page._ My lord, 'tis but begun. 245

_Sly._ 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady:

would 'twere done! [_They sit and mark._

LINENOTES:

[ACT I. SC. I.] Pope. See note (1). Padua] Pope.

A public place.] Capell. A street in Padua. Theobald.

... Tranio.] Triano. F1 Q F2.

[3] _for_] _from_ Theobald. _in_ Capell (Heath conj.).

[8] _haply_] F1 Q. _happly_ F2 F3 F4. _happily_ Pope. _happ'ly_

Capell.

[9] _ingenious_] _ingenuous_ Johnson conj.

[13] _Vincentio, come_] Hanmer. _Vincentio's_ _come_ Ff Q.

_Vincentio's son_ _come_ Malone conj. _Vincentio comes_ Collier MS.

[14] _Vincentio's_] Ff Q. _Vincentio_ _his_ Pope. _Lucentio his_

Hanmer.

_brought_] _brough_ F1.

[18] _Virtue_] _To virtue_ Hanmer.

[25] _Mi perdonato_] _Me pardonato_ Ff. _Me pardinato_ Q. _Mi

perdonate_ Capell (Heath conj.).

[28] _sweet_] _fair_ Anon. conj.

[32] _checks_] Ff Q. _ethicks_ Rann (Blackstone conj.). See note

(VIII).

[33] _Ovid_] F3 F4. _Ovid_; F1 Q F2.

[34] _Balk_] _Talk_ Rowe. _Chop_ Capell conj. _Hack_ Anon. conj.

_with_] _with'_ Hunter conj.

[38] _you find_] om. F4.

_serves you_] _serves_ Anon. conj.

[41] _Gramercies_] _Gramercy_ Hanmer.

[42] _thou wert_] _now were_ Dyce (Collier MS.). _then were_ Delius

conj.

[47] ... Gremio ...] ... Gremio a Pantelowne ... F1.

... Hortensio ...] ... Hortentio sister to Bianca ... F1 Q.... H. a

shuiter to B.... F2.... H. a suitor to B ... F3 F4.

[48] _Gentlemen_] _Gentlemen both_ Theobald.

_no_] _not_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[57] _will_] _will and pleasure_ Hanmer. _gracious will_ Collier

(Collier MS.). See note (IX).

[58] _these_] F1 Q F2. _those_ F3 F4.

[59] As two lines in Ff Q, ending _that?_ ... _you_.

[60] _mould_] _mood_ Collier MS.

[62] _I wis_] F4. _I wis_ F1 Q F2 F3.

[63] _should_] F1 Q F2. _shall_ F3 F4.

[66] _us_] _me_ Hanmer.

[67] _good_] _O good_ Hanmer.

[68] _Husht_] F1 Q F2. _Hush'd_ F3 F4. _Hush_ Rowe (ed. 2).

_here's_] F4. _heres_ F1 Q F2 F3. _here is_ Hanmer.

[72] _Peace, Tranio!_] _Peace!_ Anon. conj.

[73] _Well_] _Why_, _well_ Hanmer.

[74] _Gentlemen_] _Come_, _gentlemen_ Hanmer. _Well_, _gentlemen_

Capell.

[78, 79] _A pretty_..._why_] Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[86] _our_] _your_ Hanmer (ed. 2), a misprint.

[90] _Gentlemen, content ye_] _Content ye_, _gentlemen_ Hanmer.

[91] Exit Bianca.] Theobald om. Ff Q.

[98] _liberal_] _liberal_, Ff Q.

[102-104] Printed in Ff Q as four lines, ending _not?_ ... _though_

... _take_, ... _Ha_; as prose by Pope; by Capell as three lines,

ending _not?_ ... _belike_, ... _ha!_

[102] _and_] om. Rowe.

[106] _here's_] _here is_ F4.

_Their_] F1 F2. _There_ Q. _Our_ F3 F4. _Your_ Malone conj. _There_;

Collier. _This_ Collier MS. _Her_ Bubier conj.

[113] _yet never_] _never yet_ Pope.

_parle_] F1 Q F2. _parlee_ F3 F4. _parly_ Capell.

[122] _any_] _any a_ F2.

[125] _loud_] _lowd_ F1 Q. _lewd_ F2 F3 F4.

_alarums_] _alarms_ Rowe.

[127] _all_] _all her_ F4.

[130] _small_] _a small_ Theobald.

[131] _But come_] F1 Q. _come_ F2 F3 F4.

[138] _his wooing_] _the wooing_ Rowe (ed. 2).

_thoroughly_] F1 Q. _throughly_ F2 F3 F4.

[140] Exeunt...] Exeunt ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio. Ff Q.

[142] _of_] F1 Q F2. _on_ F3 F4.

[156] _have_] F1 Q. om. F2 F3 F4. _has_ Rowe (ed. 1). _hath_ Rowe (ed.

2).

_touch'd_] _toyl'd_ Warburton.

_nought_] F2 F3 F4. _naught_ F1 Q.

[157] _captum_] F2 F3 F4. _captam_ F1 Q.

[158] _Gramercies_] _Gramercy_ Rowe.

[159] _counsel's_] F2 F3 F4. _counsels_ F1 Q.

[163] _Agenor had_] _Agenor's race_ Collier MS.

[165] _strond_] F1 Q F2 F3. _strand_ F4.

[168] _hardly_] _scarce_ Collier MS.

_endure_] _dure_ S. Walker conj.

[173] _pray_] _pray you_ Q.

[Shaking him. Capell.

[174] _wits_] _wit_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[175] _eldest_] _elder_ Q.

[176] _rid_] _rids_ Rowe.

[179] _she_] _he_ Singer conj.

_will_] _shall_ Rowe.

[182] _To get her_] _Together_ F2. _To gather_ Long conj. MS.

_schoolmasters_] _masters_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[189] _part_] _port_ Anon. conj.

[200] _meaner_] _mean_ Capell.

[201] _'Tis_] _It is_ Hanmer, ending lines 200-205 at _man ... so ...

take ... comes ... first ... need_.

[202] _take_] _and here take_ Hanmer. _colour'd_] F3 F4. _Conlord_ F1

Q. _Coulord_ F2. om. Hanmer.

[205] _So_] _And so, sir_ Hanmer.

[They exchange habits. Theobald.

[206] _In brief_, _sir_] _In brief_, _good_ _sir_ Pope; omitted by

Capell. _In brief_ _then_, _sir_ Malone. _Be brief then_, _sir_.

Collier MS.

_it your pleasure is_] _it is your pleasure thus_ Anon. conj.

[214] _to_] _t'_ Ff Q.

[215] _wounded_] _wond'ring_ Collier MS.

[216] ...Biondello.] ...Binodello. F2.

[218] _my fellow_] om. Hanmer, who reads 217-219 as three lines,

ending _you? ... cloaths, ... news?_

_has_] F4. _ha's_ F1 Q F2 F3.

[225] _ashore_] _a shore_ F1.

[226] _was_] _am_ F3 F4.

[229] _I, sir! ne'er_] _Ay, sir, ne'er_ Rowe. _Ay, sir.--Ne'er_ Dyce

conj.

[233-238] Printed as prose in Ff Q, as verse first by Capell.

[233] _could_] _would_ F3 F4.

_faith_] _'faith_ Ff Q. _i' faith_ Johnson.

[235, 236] _advise You use ... companies_] _advise you, Use ...

company_ Capell.

[238] _your_] _you_ F1 Q.

[239-241] Printed as four lines in Ff, ending _go.... execute....

why.... weighty_; first as prose by Pope.

[240] _among_] _'mong_ F2.

[241] The presenters above speak.] ... speakes. Ff Q.

[242-247] Transferred by Pope to the end of the Act.

[247] _'twere_] _it were_ Capell.

[They ... mark.] Ff Q. om. Pope.

SCENE II. PADUA. _Before_ HORTENSIO'S _house_.

_Enter_ PETRUCHIO _and his man_ GRUMIO.

_Pet._ Verona, for a while I take my leave,

To see my friends in Padua, but of all

My best beloved and approved friend,

Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.

Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say. 5

_Gru._ Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there any

man has rebused your worship?

_Pet._ Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.

_Gru._ Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir,

that I should knock you here, sir? 10

_Pet._ Villain, I say, knock me at this gate

And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.

_Gru._ My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,

And then I know after who comes by the worst.

_Pet._ Will it not be? 15

Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it;

I'll try how you can _sol_, _fa_, and sing it.

[_He wrings him by the ears._

_Gru._ Help, masters, help! my master is mad.

_Pet._ Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!

_Enter_ HORTENSIO.

_Hor._ How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio! 20

and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at

Verona?

_Pet._ Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?

'Con tutto il core ben trovato,' may I say.

_Hor._ 'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato 25

signor mio Petrucio.'

Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel.

_Gru._ Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If

this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service, look

you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir: 30

well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so, being perhaps,

for aught I see, two-and-thirty, a pip out?

Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first,

Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

_Pet._ A senseless villain! Good Hortensio, 35

I bade the rascal knock upon your gate

And could not get him for my heart to do it.

_Gru._ Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not

these words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here,

knock me well, and knock me soundly'? And come you 40

now with, 'knocking at the gate'?

_Pet._ Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.

_Hor._ Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge:

Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you,

Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. 45

And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale

Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?

_Pet._ Such wind as scatters young men through the world

To seek their fortunes farther than at home

Where small experience grows. But in a few, 50

Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:

Antonio, my father, is deceased;

And I have thrust myself into this maze,

Haply to wive and thrive as best I may:

Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home 55

And so am come abroad to see the world.

_Hor._ Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee

And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?

Thou'ldst thank me but a little for my counsel:

And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich 60

And very rich: but thou'rt too much my friend,

And I'll not wish thee to her.

_Pet._ Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we

Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know

One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, 65

As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,

Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd

As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,

She moves me not, or not removes, at least, 70

Affection's edge in me, were she as rough

As are the swelling Adriatic seas:

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

_Gru._ Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind 75

is: why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet

or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her

head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty

horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

_Hor._ Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in, 80

I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife

With wealth enough and young and beauteous,

Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:

Her only fault, and that is faults enough, 85

Is that she is intolerable curst

And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure,

That, were my state far worser than it is,

I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

_Pet._ Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect: 90

Tell me her father's name and 'tis enough;

For I will board her, though she chide as loud

As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.

_Hor._ Her father is Baptista Minola,

An affable and courteous gentleman: 95

Her name is Katharina Minola,

Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

_Pet._ I know her father, though I know not her;

And he knew my deceased father well.

I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her; 100

And therefore let me be thus bold with you

To give you over at this first encounter,

Unless you will accompany me thither.

_Gru._ I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts.

O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think 105

scolding would do little good upon him: she may perhaps

call him half a score knaves or so: why, that's nothing; an

he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what,

sir, an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in

her face and so disfigure her with it that she shall have no 110

more eyes to see withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.

_Hor._ Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;

For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:

He hath the jewel of my life in hold,

His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca; 115

And her withholds from me and other more,

Suitors to her and rivals in my love;

Supposing it a thing impossible,

For those defects I have before rehearsed,

That ever Katharina will be woo'd; 120

Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en,

That none shall have access unto Bianca

Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.

_Gru._ Katharine the curst!

A title for a maid of all titles the worst. 125

_Hor._ Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace;

And offer me disguised in sober robes

To old Baptista as a schoolmaster

Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca;

That so I may, by this device, at least 130

Have leave and leisure to make love to her

And unsuspected court her by herself.

_Gru._ Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old

folks, how the young folks lay their heads together!

_Enter_ GREMIO, _and_ LUCENTIO _disguised_.

Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha? 135

_Hor._ Peace, Grumio! it is the rival of my love.

Petruchio, stand by a while.

_Gru._ A proper stripling and an amorous!

_Gre._ O, very well; I have perused the note.

Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound: 140

All books of love, see that at any hand;

And see you read no other lectures to her:

You understand me: over and beside

Signior Baptista's liberality,

I'll mend it with a largess. Take your paper too, 145

And let me have them very well perfumed:

For she is sweeter than perfume itself

To whom they go to. What will you read to her?

_Luc._ Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you

As for my patron, stand you so assured, 150

As firmly as yourself were still in place:

Yea, and perhaps with more successful words

Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.

_Gre._ O this learning, what a thing it is!

_Gru._ O this woodcock, what an ass it is! 155

_Pet._ Peace, sirrah!

_Hor._ Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio.

_Gre._ And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.

Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.

I promised to inquire carefully 160

About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:

And by good fortune I have lighted well

On this young man, for learning and behaviour

Fit for her turn, well read in poetry

And other books, good ones, I warrant ye. 165

_Hor._ 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman

Hath promised me to help me to another,

A fine musician to instruct our mistress;

So shall I no whit be behind in duty

To fair Bianca, so beloved of me. 170

_Gre._ Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.

_Gru._ And that his bags shall prove.

_Hor._ Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love:

Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. 175

Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met,

Upon agreement from us to his liking,

Will undertake to woo curst Katharine,

Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

_Gre._ So said, so done, is well. 180

Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

_Pet._ I know she is an irksome brawling scold:

If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

_Gre._ No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?

_Pet._ Born in Verona, old Antonio's son: 185

My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

And I do hope good days and long to see.

_Gre._ O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange!

But if you have a stomach, to't i' God's name:

You shall have me assisting you in all. 190

But will you woo this wild-cat?

_Pet._ Will I live?

_Gru._ Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.

_Pet._ Why came I hither but to that intent?

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar? 195

Have I not heard the sea puff'd up with winds

Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

Have I not in a pitched battle heard 200

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?

And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,

That gives not half so great a blow to hear

As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?

Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

_Gru._ For he fears none. 205

_Gre._ Hortensio, hark:

This gentleman is happily arrived,

My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.

_Hor._ I promised we would be contributors

And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er. 210

_Gre._ And so we will, provided that he win her.

_Gru._ I would I were as sure of a good dinner.

_Enter_ TRANIO _brave_, _and_ BIONDELLO.

_Tra._ Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold,

Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way

To the house of Signior Baptista Minola? 215

_Bion._ He that has the two fair daughters: is't he you

mean?

_Tra._ Even he, Biondello.

_Gre._ Hark you, sir; you mean not her to--

_Tra._ Perhaps, him and her, sir: what have you to do? 220

_Pet._ Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.

_Tra._ I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.

_Luc._ Well begun, Tranio.

_Hor._ Sir, a word ere you go;

Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no? 225

_Tra._ And if I be, sir, is it any offence?

_Gre._ No; if without more words you will get you hence.

_Tra._ Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free

For me as for you?

_Gre._ But so is not she.

_Tra._ For what reason, I beseech you? 230

_Gre._ For this reason, if you'll know,

That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

_Hor._ That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio.

_Tra._ Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,

Do me this right; hear me with patience. 235

Baptista is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not all unknown;

And were his daughter fairer than she is,

She may more suitors have and me for one.

Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; 240

Then well one more may fair Bianca have:

And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,

Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.

_Gre._ What, this gentleman will out-talk us all!

_Luc._ Sir, give him head: I know he'll prove a jade. 245

_Pet._ Hortensio, to what end are all these words?

_Hor._ Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,

Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?

_Tra._ No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two,

The one as famous for a scolding tongue 250

As is the other for beauteous modesty.

_Pet._ Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by.

_Gre._ Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;

And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

_Pet._ Sir, understand you this of me in sooth: 255

The youngest daughter whom you hearken for

Her father keeps from all access of suitors;

And will not promise her to any man

Until the elder sister first be wed:

The younger then is free and not before. 260

_Tra._ If it be so, sir, that you are the man

Must stead us all and me amongst the rest;

And if you break the ice and do this feat,

Achieve the elder, set the younger free

For our access, whose hap shall be to have her 265

Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.

_Hor._ Sir, you say well and well you do conceive;

And since you do profess to be a suitor,

You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,

To whom we all rest generally beholding. 270

_Tra._ Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,

Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,

And quaff carouses to our mistress' health,

And do as adversaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. 275

_Gru. Bion._ O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.

_Hor._ The motion's good indeed and be it so,

Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

[SCENE II.] Capell. ACT II. SCENE

[1] Rowe. SCENE V. Pope.

Before ... house.] Pope.

[2] _but of all_] _best of all_ Anon. conj.

[4] _his_] _the_ F3 F4.

[6-24] _Knock, sir!... may I say_] Placed in the margin as spurious by

Pope.

[6] _knock?_] _knock, sir?_ Capell.

[7] _has_] F4. _ha's_ F1 Q F2 F3. _That has_ Capell.

_rebused_] _rebsu'd_ Q. _abused_ Tyrwhitt conj.

[16] _ring_] _wring_ Malone.

[17] ... wrings ...] ... rings ... Ff Q.

[18] _masters_] Theobald. _mistris_ Ff Q.

[19] _sirrah villain!_] _sirrah! villain!_ Theobald.

[24] _Con tutto ... trovato_] Theobald. _Contutti le core bene

trobatto_ Ff Q (_trovatto_ F2 F3 F4).

[25] _ben_] F2 F3 F4. _bene_ F1 Q.

_molto_] Theobald. _multo_ Ff Q.

_honorato_] _honorata_ F1 Q.

[26] _signor_] Theobald. _signior_ Ff Q.

[27-45] _Rise, Grumio ... Grumio_] Put in the margin as spurious by

Pope.

[27] _Grumio, rise_] F1 Q F2. _Grumio_ F3 F4.

[28] _sir_] om. Rowe.

_he 'leges_] Capell. _he leges_ Ff Q. _be leges_ Rann (Tyrwhitt

conj.). _he alledges_ Long conj. MS.

[32] _pip_] Rowe (ed. 2). _peepe_ F1 Q F2. _peep_ F3 F4.

_out_] _mo_ Collier MS.

[33, 34] _Whom ... worst_] Printed as prose in Ff Q, as verse first by

Rowe (ed. 2).

[38-41] _Knock_ ... _gate?_] Capell prints as four lines, ending

_heavens!_ ... _here_, ... _soundly?_ ... _gate?_

[44] _this's_] _this_ Ff Q. _this is_ Rowe. _this so_ Mason conj.

_this'_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.). _this?_ Collier.

[48] _young men_] F3 F4. _yong men_ Q. _yongmen_ F1 F2.

[50] _grows. But in a few_,] _grows;_ _but in a few_, Hanmer. _grows

but in_ _a few_. Ff Q. _grows_, _but in a few_. Theobald. _grows but

in a mew._ Warburton.

[53] _have_] _must_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[54] _Haply_] Malone. _Happily_ Ff Q. _Happly_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Happ'ly_

Hanmer.

[59] _Thou'ldst_] _Thou'lt_ Hanmer.

[61] _thou'rt_] Rowe. _th' art_ Ff Q.

[63] _Signior_] om. Q.

_we_] _us_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[64] _thou_] _you_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[66] _burden_] _guerdon_ Becket conj.

_dance_] _song_ Johnson conj.

[67] _Florentius'_] _Florentio's_ Hanmer conj.

[68] _Sibyl_] _Sibell_ F1 Q F2 F3 _Sibel_ F4.

[69] _Xanthippe_] _Zentippe_ F1 Q. _Zantippe_ F2 F3 F4. _Xantippe_

Theobald.

_a worse_] _even worse_ Collier MS.

[71] _Affection's_ ... _me_] F1 Q. _Affection's_ _edge in time_ F2 F3

F4. _Affection_ _sieg'd in coin_ Warburton.

_as_] _is as_ F1.

[78] _as two and fifty_] _too as fifty_ Rann.

[79] _horses_] _houses_ Becket conj.

[85] _and that_] _as that_ Capell.

_faults_] F1 Q. _fault_ F2 F3 F4.

[86] _intolerable_] _intolerably_ Hanmer.

[87] _shrewd_] _shrow'd_ F1 Q. _shrew'd_ F2 F3 F4.

_froward_] _forward_ Warburton.

[94] _is_] om. Q.

[105] _O'_] Rowe (ed. 2). _A_ Ff Q.

[108] _begin_] _begins_ Q.

_his_] _her_ Anon. conj.

_rope-tricks_] _trope-tricks_ Theobald conj. _rhetorick_ Hanmer.

_rhetoricks_ Capell. _roop tricks_ Anon conj.

[113] _keep_] Ff Q. _house_ Rowe.

[116] _And her_] _Her he_ Rann.

_withholds from me and other_ _more_] Capell (Thirlby conj.).

_withholds_ _from me_. _Other more_ F1 Q. _with-holds he from me_.

_Other more_ F2 F3 F4 (_hee_ F2) _with-holds he from_ _me_, _and

others more_ Theobald. _with-holds_ _he from me_, _and other more_

Hanmer.

[119] _For_] _From_ Hanmer.

[132] _herself_] _myself_ Capell.

[133] SCENE VI. Pope.

Gru.] Gru. [aside.] Dyce.

[134] _their heads_] _theirs head_ F2.

... disguised.] Ff Q (after line 131). ... disguised, with books under

his arm. Capell.

[135] _Master, master_] _Master_ Rowe.

_ha?_] om. Q.

[136] _it is_] _'tis_ Pope.

[137] _Petruchio_, _stand_...] _Petruchio_, _stand we by a little

while_ Capell. Petruchio. _Stand ..._ Edd. conj.

_a while_] _a whilt_ F2.

[140] _Hark you_] _Hark_ S. Walker conj.

_very_] om. Anon. conj.

[145] _Take your paper too,_] _Take_ _your papers too_ Pope. _Take

your papers_ Hanmer. _Here_, _take your papers too_ Capell. See note

(X).

[148] _go to_] _go_ Rowe.

[157] Hor. _Grumio_, _mum!_] Hor. _Grumio mum:_ F1 Q. Hor. _Gru_.

_mum_: F2 F3 F4.

[158-167] Printed as prose by Pope.

[158] _And you are_] _And you're_ Steevens.

[158, 159] _And you_.... _Trow you_ _whither_] _You_ ... _trow you

Whither_ Capell.

[158-161] Malone prints as five lines, ending _Hortensio_ ...

_whither_ ... _Minola_ ... _about_ ... _Bianca_.

[160] _promised_] _promis'd him_ Capell.

[161] _schoolmaster_] _master_ Collier (Collier MS.).

_the fair_] _fair_ Steevens.

[165] _ye_] _you_ Steevens.

[167] _help me_] Rowe. _help one_ Ff Q.

[171] _deeds_] _deed_ Warburton.

[184] _What_] _pray_, _what_ Hanmer.

[185] _Antonio's_] Rowe. _Butonios_ F1 Q F2. _Butonio's_ F3 F4.

[186] _father_] _father's_ Rowe.

[188] _O sir, such_] _Oh_, _such_ Hanmer. _Sir_, _such_ Capell.

[189] _stomach_, _to't_ ... _name_:] _stomach_ _to't_, ... _name_,

Bubier conj.

_a stomach_] _stomacke_ Q.

_to't i'_] Edd. _too't a_ F1 Q F2 F3. _to't a_ F4. _to't o'_

Theobald.

[192] _er_] om. Rann.

[194] _mine_] _my_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[197] _sweat_] _pursuit_ Theobald conj.

[201] _trumpets' clang_] _trumpets_ _clangue_ Ff Q. _trumpets'

clangue_ Capell.

[203] _hear_] _th' ear_ Hanmer (Warburton).

[208] _ours_] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). _yours_ Ff Q.

[213] SCENE VII. Pope.

... brave,] ... bravely apparelled, Pope.

_you_. _If_ ... _bold_,] _you_, _if_ ... _bold_. Edd. conj.

[213-215] Printed as prose by Pope.

[216] Bion.] Gre. Capell (Tyrwhitt and Heath conj.).

_is't he_] _is't_ [aside to Tranio] _he_ Malone.

[218] _Even he, Biondello._] _Even he_ _Biondello_. Ff Q. _Even he_,

_sir_. Capell. _Even he_. _Biondello!_ Steevens (Tyrwhitt and Heath

conj). _Even he_. Rann.

[219] _her to--_] Ff Q. _her too_. Tyrwhitt conj. _her to woo_.

Halliwell (Malone conj.).

[221] _Not_] _Nor_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[226] _And if_] Ff. _And_ Q. _An_ _if_ Hanmer.

[228] _I pray_] Ff. _I pray you_ Q.

[232] _That she's_] _She's_ Hanmer.

[233] _That she's_] Ff. _That she is_ Q. _She is_ Hanmer.

_Signior_] om. Hanmer.

[235] _with patience_] Ff. _patience_ Q.

[239] _suitors_] _sutore_ F2.

[244] _What,_] _What_, _what_, Capell.

[245] _Sir, give_] Ff. _Give_ Q.

[247] _as ask you_] F1 Q. _as to ask_ _you_ F2 F3 F4. _as ask you

this_ Capell.

[251] _As is the other_] _As the other_ _is_ Pope.

[259] _the elder_] _the eldest_ Rowe (ed. 2). _her elder_ Capell. See

note (XI).

[262] _stead_] Capell. _steed_ Ff Q.

[263] _And if_] _An if_ Capell.

_feat_] Rowe. _seeke_ F1 Q F2. _seek_ F3 F4.

[270] _beholding_] _beholden_ Rowe.

[272] _contrive_] _convive_ Theobald.

[273] _mistress'_] _mistress'_ (for _mistresses'_) S. Walker conj.

[276] Gru.] Gre. Ritson conj.

Bion.] om. Capell.

[278] _I shall_] _I'll_ Capell.

_ben venuto_] F2 F3 F4. _been_ _venuto_ F1 Q. See note (XII).

ACT II.

SCENE I. _Padua_. _A room in_ BAPTISTA'S _house_.

_Enter_ KATHARINA _and_ BIANCA.

_Bian._ Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,

To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;

That I disdain: but for these other gawds,

Unbind my hands, I 'll pull them off myself,

Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; 5

Or what you will command me will I do,

So well I know my duty to my elders.

_Kath._ Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell

Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.

_Bian._ Believe me, sister, of all the men alive 10

I never yet beheld that special face

Which I could fancy more than any other.

_Kath._ Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio?

_Bian._ If you affect him, sister, here I swear

I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. 15

_Kath._ O then, belike, you fancy riches more:

You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

_Bian._ Is it for him you do envy me so?

Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive

You have but jested with me all this while: 20

I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

_Kath._ If that be jest, then all the rest was so.

[_Strikes her._

_Enter_ BAPTISTA.

_Bap._ Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?

Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps.

Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. 25

For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,

Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?

When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

_Kath._ Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.

[_Flies after Bianca._

_Bap._ What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in. 30

[_Exit Bianca._

_Kath._ What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day

And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep 35

Till I can find occasion of revenge. [_Exit._

_Bap._ Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I?

But who comes here?

_Enter_ GREMIO, LUCENTIO _in the habit of a mean man_; PETRUCHIO, _with_

HORTENSIO _as a musician_; _and_ TRANIO, _with_ BIONDELLO _bearing a

lute and books_.

_Gre._ Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

_Bap._ Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, 40

gentlemen!

_Pet._ And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter

Call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous?

_Bap._ I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.

_Gre._ You are too blunt: go to it orderly. 45

_Pet._ You wrong me, Signior Gremio: give me leave.

I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

That, hearing of her beauty and her wit,

Her affability and bashful modesty,

Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour, 50

Am bold to show myself a forward guest

Within your house, to make mine eye the witness

Of that report which I so oft have heard.

And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

I do present you with a man of mine, 55

[_Presenting Hortensio._

Cunning in music and the mathematics,

To instruct her fully in those sciences,

Whereof I know she is not ignorant:

Accept of him, or else you do me wrong:

His name is Licio, born in Mantua. 60

_Bap._ You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake.

But for my daughter Katharine, this I know,

She is not for your turn, the more my grief.

_Pet._ I see you do not mean to part with her,

Or else you like not of my company. 65

_Bap._ Mistake me not; I speak but as I find.

Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name?

_Pet._ Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son,

A man well known throughout all Italy.

_Bap._ I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. 70

_Gre._ Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:

Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

_Pet._ O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; I would fain be doing.

_Gre._ I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. 75

Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To

express the like kindness, myself, that have been more

kindly beholding to you than any, freely give unto you

this young scholar [_presenting Lucentio_], that hath been

long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and 80

other languages, as the other in music and mathematics:

his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

_Bap._ A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio. Welcome,

good Cambio. But, gentle sir [_to Tranio_], methinks you

walk like a stranger: may I be so bold to know the cause 85

of your coming?

_Tra._ Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own;

That, being a stranger in this city here,

Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous. 90

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,

In the preferment of the eldest sister.

This liberty is all that I request,

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo 95

And free access and favour as the rest:

And, toward the education of your daughters,

I here bestow a simple instrument,

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:

If you accept them, then their worth is great. 100

_Bap._ Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray?

_Tra._ Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

_Bap._ A mighty man of Pisa; by report

I know him well: you are very welcome, sir.

Take you the lute, and you the set of books; 105

You shall go see your pupils presently.

Holla, within!

_Enter a_ Servant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my daughters; and tell them both,

These are their tutors: bid them use them well.

[_Exit Servant, with Luc. and Hor., Bio. following._

We will go walk a little in the orchard, 110

And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,

And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

_Pet._ Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,

And every day I cannot come to woo.

You knew my father well, and in him me, 115

Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,

Which I have better'd rather than decreased:

Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,

What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

_Bap._ After my death the one half of my lands, 120

And in possession twenty thousand crowns.

_Pet._ And, for that dowry, I 'll assure her of

Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,

In all my lands and leases whatsoever:

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, 125

That covenants may be kept on either hand.

_Bap._ Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,

That is, her love; for that is all in all.

_Pet._ Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; 130

And where two raging fires meet together

They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:

Though little fire grows great with little wind,

Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:

So I to her and so she yields to me; 135

For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

_Bap._ Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed!

But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

_Pet._ Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds,

That shake not, though they blow perpetually. 140

_Re-enter_ HORTENSIO, _with his head broke_.

_Bap._ How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale?

_Hor._ For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

_Bap._ What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

_Hor._ I think she'll sooner prove a soldier:

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. 145

_Bap._ Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?

_Hor._ Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.

I did but tell her she mistook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;

When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, 150

'Frets, call you these?' quoth she; 'I'll fume with them:'

And, with that word, she struck me on the head,

And through the instrument my pate made way;

And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute; 155

While she did call me rascal fiddler

And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,

As had she studied to misuse me so.

_Pet._ Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;

I love her ten times more than e'er I did: 160

O, how I long to have some chat with her!

_Bap._ Well, go with me and be not so discomfited:

Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;

She's apt to learn and thankful for good turns.

Signior Petruchio, will you go with us, 165

Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

_Pet._ I pray you do; I will attend her here,

[_Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio._

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.

Say that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain

She sings as sweetly as a nightingale: 170

Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear

As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:

Say she be mute and will not speak a word;

Then I'll commend her volubility,

And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: 175

If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,

As though she bid me stay by her a week:

If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.

But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. 180

_Enter_ KATHARINA.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.

_Kath._ Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:

They call me Katharine that do talk of me.

_Pet._ You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; 185

But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,

Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,

Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;

Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, 190

Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,

Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,

Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

_Kath._ Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first 195

You were a moveable.

_Pet._ Why, what's a moveable?

_Kath._ A join'd-stool.

_Pet._ Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

_Kath._ Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

_Pet._ Women are made to bear, and so are you.

_Kath._ No such jade as you, if me you mean. 200

_Pet._ Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee!

For, knowing thee to be but young and light,--

_Kath._ Too light for such a swain as you to catch;

And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

_Pet._ Should be! should--buzz!

_Kath._ Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. 205

_Pet._ O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

_Kath._ Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

_Pet._ Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.

_Kath._ If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

_Pet._ My remedy is then, to pluck it out. 210

_Kath._ Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.

_Pet._ Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?

In his tail.

_Kath._ In his tongue.

_Pet._ Whose tongue?

_Kath._ Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

_Pet._ What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, 215

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

_Kath._ That I'll try. [_She strikes him._

_Pet._ I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

_Kath._ So may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;

And if no gentleman, why then no arms. 220

_Pet._ A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!

_Kath._ What is your crest? a coxcomb?

_Pet._ A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.

_Kath._ No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.

_Pet._ Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. 225

_Kath._ It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

_Pet._ Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour.

_Kath._ There is, there is.

_Pet._ Then show it me.

_Kath._ Had I a glass, I would.

_Pet._ What, you mean my face?

_Kath._ Well aim'd of such a young one. 230

_Pet._ Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

_Kath._ Yet you are wither'd.

_Pet._ 'Tis with cares.

_Kath._ I care not.

_Pet._ Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth you scape not so.

_Kath._ I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go.

_Pet._ No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle. 235

'Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen,

And now I find report a very liar;

For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,

But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, 240

Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk,

But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,

With gentle conference, soft and affable.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? 245

O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig

Is straight and slender and as brown in hue

As hazel-nuts and sweeter than the kernels.

O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

_Kath._ Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. 250

_Pet._ Did ever Dian so become a grove

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!

_Kath._ Where did you study all this goodly speech? 255

_Pet._ It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

_Kath._ A witty mother! witless else her son.

_Pet._ Am I not wise?

_Kath._ Yes; keep you warm.

_Pet._ Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside, 260

Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented

That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;

And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;

For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, 265

Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,

Thou must be married to no man but me;

For I am he am born to tame you Kate,

And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate

Conformable as other household Kates. 270

Here comes your father: never make denial;

I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

_Re-enter_ BAPTISTA, GREMIO, _and_ TRANIO.

_Bap._ Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

_Pet._ How but well, sir? how but well?

It were impossible I should speed amiss. 275

_Bap._ Why, how now, daughter Katharine! in your dumps?

_Kath._ Call you me daughter? now, I promise you

You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,

To wish me wed to one half lunatic;

A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jack, 280

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

_Pet._ Father, 'tis thus: yourself and all the world,

That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her:

If she be curst, it is for policy,

For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; 285

She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;

For patience she will prove a second Grissel,

And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together,

That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. 290

_Kath._ I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

_Gre._ Hark, Petruchio; she says she'll see thee hang'd first.

_Tra._ Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part!

_Pet._ Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself:

If she and I be pleased, what's that to you? 295

'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,

That she shall still be curst in company.

I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate!

She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss 300

She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

That in a twink she won me to her love.

O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see,

How tame, when men and women are alone,

A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. 305

Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,

To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.

Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;

I will be sure my Katharine shall be fine.

_Bap._ I know not what to say: but give me your hands; 310

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

_Gre. Tra._ Amen, say we: we will be witnesses.

_Pet._ Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;

I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace:

We will have rings, and things, and fine array; 315

And, kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.

[_Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina severally._

_Gre._ Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly?

_Bap._ Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.

_Tra._ 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: 320

'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

_Bap._ The gain I seek is, quiet in the match.

_Gre._ No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch.

But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter:

Now is the day we long have looked for: 325

I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

_Tra._ And I am one that love Bianca more

Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

_Gre._ Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.

_Tra._ Greybeard, thy love doth freeze.

_Gre._ But thine doth fry. 330

Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth.

_Tra._ But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.

_Bap._ Content you, gentlemen: I will compound this strife:

'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both,

That can assure my daughter greatest dower 335

Shall have my Bianca's love.

Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?

_Gre._ First, as you know, my house within the city

Is richly furnished with plate and gold;

Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands; 340

My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;

In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;

In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,

Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,

Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl, 345

Valance of Venice gold in needlework,

Pewter and brass and all things that belong

To house or housekeeping: then, at my farm

I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,

Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls, 350

And all things answerable to this portion.

Myself am struck in years, I must confess;

And if I die to-morrow, this is hers,

If whilst I live she will be only mine.

_Tra._ That 'only' came well in. Sir, list to me: 355

I am my father's heir and only son:

If I may have your daughter to my wife,

I'll leave her houses three or four as good,

Within rich Pisa walls, as any one

Old Signior Gremio has in Padua; 360

Besides two thousand ducats by the year

Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.

What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?

_Gre._ Two thousand ducats by the year of land!

My land amounts not to so much in all: 365

That she shall have; besides an argosy

That now is lying in Marseilles' road.

What, have I choked you with an argosy?

_Tra._ Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less

Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses, 370

And twelve tight galleys: these I will assure her,

And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next.

_Gre._ Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;

And she can have no more than all I have:

If you like me, she shall have me and mine. 375

_Tra._ Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,

By your firm promise: Gremio is out-vied.

_Bap._ I must confess your offer is the best;

And, let your father make her the assurance,

She is your own; else, you must pardon me, 380

If you should die before him, where's her dower?

_Tra._ That's but a cavil: he is old, I young.

_Gre._ And may not young men die, as well as old?

_Bap._ Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolved: on Sunday next you know 385

My daughter Katharine is to be married:

Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca

Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;

If not, to Signior Gremio:

And so, I take my leave, and thank you both. 390

_Gre._ Adieu, good neighbour. [_Exit Baptista._

Now I fear thee not:

Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool

To give thee all, and in his waning age

Set foot under thy table: tut, a toy!

An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [_Exit._ 395

_Tra._ A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!

Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.

'Tis in my head to do my master good:

I see no reason but supposed Lucentio

Must get a father, call'd--supposed Vincentio; 400

And that's a wonder: fathers commonly

Do get their children; but in this case of wooing,

A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.

[_Exit._

LINENOTES:

[3] _gawds_] Theobald, _goods_ Ff Q. _gards_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[4] _pull_] _put_ Boswell.

[8] _charge thee_] F2 F3 F4. _charge_ F1 Q.

[10] _the_] om. S. Walker conj.

[13] _Is't_] F1 F2 F3. _It's_ Q. _is it_ F4.

[14] _you_] Ff. _thou_ Q.

[17] _you fair_] _you fine_ Johnson conj. _your fair_ Halliwell conj.

[18] _envy me so_] _so envy me_ Pope.

[21] _untie_] Ff. _unite_ Q.

[25] _thy_] Ff. _the_ Q.

[29] [Flies after B.] Ff Q. Flies at B. Hanmer.

[30] [Exit B.] Exit. Ff Q.

[31] _What_] om. Pope.

[37] _ever_] _never_ F2.

[39] SCENE II. Pope.

Petruchio ... books] Rowe. Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy bearing

a Lute and Bookes. Ff Q.

[40] _God save_] _Save_ Capell conj.

[42, 43] _And you_ ... _virtuous_] Printed as prose in Ff Q as verse

first by Capell.

[43] _fair_] om. Q.

[45] _too_] _to_ Q.

[50] _wondrous_] _woman's_ Collier MS.

[60] _Licio_] F2 F3 F4. _Litio_ F1 Q.

[61] _You're_] Warburton. _Y'are_ Ff Q. _You 'are_ Theobald.

[62] _Katharine_] _Katerine_ F1 Q F2. _Katerina_ F3. _Katherina_ F4.

[63] _the more_] F1 Q F2. _the more's_ F3 F4.

[66] _as_] F1 Q. _what_ F2 F3 F4.

[71-73] _Saving_ ... _forward_] Steevens. Printed as prose in Ff Q;

first as three lines of verse by Capell, ending _let_ ... _too_ ...

_forward_, _sir_.

[71] _I pray_] _pray_ S. Walker conj.

[73] _Baccare_] F2 F3 F4. _Bacare_ F1 Q. _Baccalare_ Theobald

(Warburton).

[75-82] _I doubt_ ... _service_] Printed first as prose by Pope; in Ff

Q as ten lines, ending _curse_ ... _gift_ ... _express_ ... _been_ ...

_any_ ... _hath_ ... _cunning_... _languages_, ... _mathematics:_ ...

_service:_ by Capell as ten lines, ending _wooing_. ... _Neighbour_,

... _it:_ ... _myself_, ... _any_,-- ... _scholar_, ... _cunning_ ...

_languages_, ... _mathematicks:_ ... _service_.

[75, 76] _wooing_. _Neighbour_, _this_] Theobald, _wooing neighbors:

this_ F1 Q. _wooing neighbours: this_ F2 F3 F4. _wooing_,

_neighbours_. _This_ Rowe (ed. 1). _wooing_. _Neighbours this_ Rowe

(ed. 2).

[76] _Neighbour_] _Neighbour_ [to Baptista] Capell.

_To_] _And--to_ Capell.

[78] _kindly_] om. Capell.

_beholding_] _beholden_ Pope.

_freely give unto you_] Edd. (Glover conj.). _I freely give unto you_

Capell (Tyrwhitt conj.). _Freely give unto_ F1 Q F2. _Free leave give

unto_ F3 F4.

[79] [presenting Lucentio] Rowe.

[80] _Rheims_] _Rhemes_ Ff Q.

_Greek_, _Latin_] _Latin_, _Greek_ Capell.

[81] _mathematics_] _the mathematics_ Capell.

[82] _pray_] _pray you_ Q.

[83-86] _A thousand_ ... _coming?_ Printed first as prose by Pope; as

four lines in Ff Q, ending _Gremio:_ ... _sir_, ... _stranger_, ...

_coming?_

[83, 85] _Signior_ ... _walk_ ... _so bold_ ..._cause_] _good signior_

... _walk here_ ... _bold_ ... _cause too_ Capell, ending line 85,

_may I_.

[89] _myself_] F1 Q F3 F4. _thy selfe_ F2.

[99] _packet_] _pack_ S. Walker conj.

[100] [They greet privately. Theobald.

[101] Bap. _Lucentio is your name_; _of whence_, _I pray?_] _Lucentio

is my_ _name_. Bap. _Of whence_, _I pray?_ Theobald conj.

[103] _Pisa; by report_] Rowe. _Pisa_ _by report_, Ff Q.

[104] _know_] _knew_ Rann (Capell conj.).

_you are_] _you're_ Capell.

[107] _within_] _within there_ Capell.

_lead_] _shew_ Capell, corrected in M.S.

[107, 108] _Sirrah_ ... _both_] Steevens. prints as two lines, ending

_lead_ ... _both_.

[108] _To_ ... _both_] _In to my daughters_; _tell them both from me_

Capell conj.

_daughters_] F1 Q. _two daughters_ F2 F3 F4.

_tell_] F1 Q. _then tell_ F2 F3 F4.

[109] [Exit ... Hor.] Theobald. Bio....] Capell.

[115] _knew_] F1 Q. _know_ F2 F3 F4.

[116] _solely_] Rowe. _solie_ F1 Q F2 F3. _soly_ F4.

[122] _of_] _for_ Hanmer. _on_ Steevens conj.

[124] _whatsoever_] _whosoever_ F2.

[140] _shake_] F2 F3 F4. _shakes_ F1 Q.

[141] SCENE III. Pope.

[144] _sooner_] om. Q.

[147] _to me_] _on me_ Hanmer.

[150] _most_] _moist_ Q.

[151] _these_] _them_ Rowe.

[156] _rascal fiddler_] Capell. _rascal_, _fidler_ Ff Q.

[158] _had she_] Ff Q. _she had_ Rowe.

[162] _discomfited_] _discomforted_ Capell conj.

[167] _I will_] Rowe. _Ile_ F1 Q. _I_ F2 F3 F4.

[Exeunt....] Exit. Manet Petruchio. Ff Q.

[179] _banns_] Johnson. _banes_ Ff Q.

[185] _bonny_] F4. _bony_ F1 Q F2 F3.

[188] _Kates_] _cates_ Pope.

[191] _sounded_] _founded_ F2.

[197] _join'd_] _joint_ Capell.

[200] _jade as you_] F1 Q. _jade_, _sir_, _as you_ F2 F3 F4. _jack_,

_sir_, _as you_ Farmer conj. _jade as you--bear!_ Jackson conj.

_load_, _sir_, _as you_ Singer. _jade to bear you_ Collier MS. _jade

as_ _bear you_ Dyce. _jade as to bear you_ Collier (ed. 2). _load as

you_ Grant White. _a jade as you_ S. Walker conj.

[205-232] _Should be_ ... _care not_] Put in the margin as spurious by

Pope.

[205] _Should_ ... _buzz!_] _Shold be_, _should: buzze_. F1 Q. _Should

be_, _should:_ _buzze_. F2 F3. _Should be_, _should: buz_. F4. _Should

be! should! buz_. Rowe. _Should bee;--should buz_.--Theobald. _Should!

Bee: should! ... buz_. Hanmer.

[209] _best_] _'best_ F3 F4.

[211] _Ay_] _Ah_ Theobald.

_find it_] _find out_ Collier MS.

[212] _does_] _doth_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[212, 213] _Who_ ... _tail_] Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[213] Kath. _In his tongue_. Pet. _Whose tongue?_] Cat. _In his tail!

in_ _his tongue_. Pet. _In his tongue? whose_ _tongue?_ Capell.

[214] _tails_] Rowe (ed. 2). _tailes_ Q. _tales_ Ff.

[215, 216] _nay_ ... _gentleman_] Pope. Printed as one line in Ff Q.

[218-222] _So_ ... _coxcomb?_] Printed by Capell is four lines, ending

_me_ ... _gentlemen_ ... _put_ ... _coxcomb?_

[227] _sour_] _so sour_ Theobald.

[240] _askance_] Capell. _a sconce_ F1 Q _a scance_ F2 F3 F4.

_ascance_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[245] _does_] _doth_ Rowe.

[250] _keep'st_] _keepest_, _those_ Hanmer.

[257] _witless_] _witness_ Capell.

_else_] _elfe_ Theobald conj.

[258] _keep_] _to keep_ Rann.

[259] _Marry_] _Why_ Pope.

[269] _wild Kate_] _wilde Kate_ F1 Q. _wild Kat_ F2 F3 F4. _wild cat_

Rowe.

[270] _Kates_] _cats_ Theobald conj.

[273] SCENE V. Pope.

Re-enter....] Enter.... Pope. Enter... Ff Q (after line 267).

... Tranio.] Q. Trayno. Ff.

_Now_] om. Hanmer.

[277] Kath.] Pet. Theobald.

[278] _You have_] _You've_ Pope.

[286] _morn_] _moon_ Collier MS.

[287] _Grissel_] _Grizelde_ Capell.

[289] _we have_] _we've_ Pope.

[291] _on_] _o'_ Capell.

[292] _Hark_] _Hark_, _hark_ Hanmer.

_hang'd_] _hang'd o' Sunday_ Capell.

[293] _nay_] om. Hanmer.

_part_] _pact_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[294] _gentlemen_] _sirs_ Pope.

[301] _vied_] _ply'd_ Johnson conj. _vent_ Bubier conj.

[308] _Provide the feast_, _father_] _Father_, _provide the feast_,

Pope.

[310] _me_] om. Pope.

[316] _we will be married_] _we'll_ _marry_ Hanmer.

_o' Sunday_] Hanmer. _a sonday_ F1 Q F2. _a Sunday_ F3 F4.

[Exeunt P. and K. severally] Theobald. [Exit P. and K. Ff Q.

[317] SCENE VI. Pope.

[322] _in_] Rowe (ed. 2). _me_ Ff Q.

[336] _my Bianca's love_.] F1 Q. _Bianca's love_. F2 F3 F4. _Bianca's_

_love_.--_And_, _first_, _to you;_ Capell.

[343] _arras_] Ff Q. _arras_, Rowe (ed. 2).

_counterpoints_] _counterpanes_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[346] _Valance_] Pope. _Vallens_ Ff Q.

[347] _belong_] Rowe. _belongs_ Ff Q.

[351] _portion_] _proportion_ Theobald conj.

[352] _struck_] F3 F4. _strooke_ F1 Q F2. _stuck_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[362] _jointure_] Rowe. _ioynter_ F1 Q. _joynter_ F2 F3 F4.

[365] _not to_] _but to_ Warburton. _yet_ _to_ Staunton conj.

[367] _Marseilles'_] _Marcellus_ F1 Q. _Marsellis_ F2 F3 F4.

[384-389] _Well_ ... _Gremio_] Printed by Hanmer as five lines, ending

_resolv'd:_ ... _Catharine_ ... _following_ ... _if_ _you_ ...

_Gremio_.

[384, 385. _Well_ ... _resolved_] Capell; as one line in Ff Q.

[384] _gentlemen_] _gentlemen_, _then_ Pope, ending lines 384, 385

_resolv'd_ ... _know_.

[387] _the_] om. Hanmer.

_shall Bianca_] _Bianca shall_ Hanmer.

[388] _to you_] _to you_, _Lucentio_ Capell.

_make this assurance_] _Th' assurance_ _make_ Hanmer.

[400] _Must_] _May_ Rowe.

[401] _wonder_] _wonders_ Q.

[402] _wooing_] _winning_ Collier (Capell conj.).

[403] _cunning_] _doing_ Rann (Steevens conj.). See note (XIII).

ACT III.

SCENE I. _Padua_. BAPTISTA'S _house_.

_Enter_ LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, _and_ BIANCA.

_Luc._ Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:

Have you so soon forgot the entertainment

Her sister Katharine welcomed you withal?

_Hor._ But, wrangling pedant, this is

The patroness of heavenly harmony: 5

Then give me leave to have prerogative;

And when in music we have spent an hour,

Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

_Luc._ Preposterous ass, that never read so far

To know the cause why music was ordain'd! 10

Was it not to refresh the mind of man

After his studies or his usual pain?

Then give me leave to read philosophy,

And while I pause, serve in your harmony.

_Hor._ Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. 15

_Bian._ Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,

To strive for that which resteth in my choice:

I am no breeching scholar in the schools;

I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times,

But learn my lessons as I please myself. 20

And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down:

Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;

His lecture will be done ere you have tuned.

_Hor._ You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?

_Luc._ That will be never: tune your instrument. 25

_Bian._ Where left we last?

_Luc._ Here, madam:

'Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;

Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.'

_Bian._ Construe them. 30

_Luc._ 'Hic ibat,' as I told you before,--'Simois,' I am

Lucentio,--'hic est,' son unto Vincentio of Pisa,--'Sigeia

tellus,' disguised thus to get your love;--' Hic steterat,' and

that Lucentio that comes a-wooing,--'Priami,' is my man

Tranio,--'regia,' bearing my port,--'celsa senis,' that we 35

might beguile the old pantaloon.

_Hor._ Madam, my instrument's in tune.

_Bian._ Let's hear. O fie! the treble jars.

_Luc._ Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

_Bian._ Now let me see if I can construe it: 40

'Hic ibat Simois,' I know you not,--'hic est Sigeia tellus,'

I trust you not;--'Hic steterat Priami,' take heed he hear

us not,--'regia,' presume not,--'celsa senis,' despair not.

_Hor._ Madam, 'tis now in tune.

_Luc._ All but the base.

_Hor._ The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. 45

[_Aside_] How fiery and forward our pedant is!

Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:

Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

_Bian._ In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

_Luc._ Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides 50

Was Ajax, call'd so from his grandfather.

_Bian._ I must believe my master; else, I promise you,

I should be arguing still upon that doubt:

But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you:

Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, 55

That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

_Hor._ You may go walk, and give me leave a while:

My lessons make no music in three parts.

_Luc._ Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,

[_Aside_] And watch withal; for, but I be deceived, 60

Our fine musician groweth amorous.

_Hor._ Madam, before you touch the instrument,

To learn the order of my fingering,

I must begin with rudiments of art;

To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, 65

More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,

Than hath been taught by any of my trade:

And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

_Bian._ Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

_Hor._ Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. 70

_Bian._ [_reads_] "'Gamut' I am, the ground of all accord,

'A re,' to plead Hortensio's passion;

'B mi,' Bianca, take him for thy lord,

'C fa ut,' that loves with all affection:

'D sol re,' one clef, two notes have I: 75

'E la mi,' show pity, or I die."

Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:

Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,

To change true rules for old inventions.

_Enter a_ Servant.

_Serv._ Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, 80 And help

to dress your sister's chamber up: You know to morrow is the

wedding-day.

_Bian._ Farewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone.

[_Exeunt Bianca and Servant._

_Luc._ Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [_Exit._

_Hor._ But I have cause to pry into this pedant: 85 Methinks he looks

as though he were in love: Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,

To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, Seize thee that list: if

once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by

changing. [_Exit._ 90

LINENOTES:

ACT III. SCENE I.] Actus Tertia. F1 Q. Actus Tertius. F2 F3

F4. ACT II. SCENE II. Capell.

Baptista's house.] Theobald. Another room. Capell.

[4] _But_ ... _this is_] _Wrangling pedant_, _this_ Pope. _She is a

shrew_, _but_, _wrangling_ _pedant_, _this is_ Theobald. _But_,

_wrangling pedant_, _know this lady is_ Hanmer. _But_, _wrangling

pedant_, _this_ _lady is_ Malone conj. _Tut_, _wrangling_ _pedant_, _I

avouch this is_ Collier (Collier MS.). See note (IX).

_this is_] _this'_ S. Walker conj. ending lines 4-6 with _patroness_

... _leave_ ... _prerogative_.

[14] _while_] _when_ Capell (corrected in note).

[15] _not_] om. Q.

[19] _'pointed_] Hanmer. _pointed_ Ff Q.

[22] _your_] _the_ Q.

_play you the whiles_] play _you the while_ Pope. _stay you a while_

Hanmer.

[24] [Hortensio retires. Pope. [To Bianca, taking up his lute.

Capell.

[26] [Sitting to a table with Luc. Capell.

[27] [Shewing a book. Capell.

[28, 31, 41. _Hic_] Ff Q. _Hac_ Theobald.

_Sigeia_] F3 F4. _sigeria_ F1 Q. _sigeia_ F2.

[30, 40. _Construe_] F4. _Conster_ F1 Q F2 F3.

[32] _Sigeia_] F2 F3 F4. _Sigeria_ F1 Q.

[37] Hor.] Hor. [returning] Pope.

[38] [Hortensio plays. Capell.

[41] _ibat_] _that_ F3 F4.

_Sigeia_] _sigeia_ F2 F3 F4. _sigeria_ F1 Q.

[42] _steterat_] F2 F3 F4. _staterat_ F1 Q.

[44] [Hortensio plays. Edd. conj.

[46] _How ... is!_] Luc. _How fiery and_ _forward our pedant is_, F1 Q

F2. Luc. _How_ ... _froward_ ... _is_, F2 F3 F4 (_is!_ F4). _How fiery

and froward our pedant is!_ Rowe (ed. 2). _How fiery and how_ _froward

is our pedant!_ Pope. _How_ _fiery and how forward is our pedant!_

Capell.

[47] _the_] F1 Q. _that_ F2 F3 F4.

[48] _Pedascule_] _Pedascale_ Warburton. _Didascule_ Harness conj.

[49] _In_ ... _mistrust_] Continued to Luc. in Ff Q. Given to Bian. by

Pope (ed. 2).

[Seeing Hor. listen. Capell.

[50] Luc.] Pope (ed. 2). Bian. Ff Q.

[52] Bian.] Pope (ed. 2). Hort. Ff Q.

[54] [rising. Capell.

[55] _masters_] Rowe (ed. 2). _master_ Ff Q.

[57] Hor.] Hort. F1 Q. Bian. F2 F3 F4.

[59-61] [Aside. Johnson.

[60] [Aside] Edd.

[65] _gamut_] Rowe. _gamoth_ Ff Q.

[69, 70, 71, 77.] _gamut_] Rowe. _gamouth_ F1 Q. _gamoth_ F2 F3 F4.

[72] _A re_] Q. _Are_ Ff.

[73] _B mi_] Pope. _B eme_ Ff Q.

[74] _C fa ut_] Q. _Cfavt_ F1 F2. _Cfaut_ F3 F4.

_loves_] _loves thee_ Hanmer.

[75] _clef_] _cliffe_ F1 Q F2 F3 _cliff_ F4.

_two_] _but two_ Pope. _not two_ Capell.

[76] _show_] _show me_ Hanmer.

[78] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[79] _change_]F2 F3 F4. _charge_ F1 Q.

_true_ ... _ola_] Ff Q. _true_ ... _new_ Rowe (ed. 2). _true_ ...

_odd_ Theobald. _old_ ... _new_ Long conj. MS. _new_ ... _old_ Malone

conj.

Enter a Servant.] Rowe. Enter a Messenger. Ff Q.

[80] Serv.] Rowe. Nicke. F1 Q F2. Nick. F3 F4. See note (iv).

[83] [Exeunt B. and S.] Capell. Ex. Rowe. Exit. Pope.

[84] [Exit.] Rowe.

[86] _were_] _was_ Q.

[89] _that_] _who_ Pope.

SCENE II. _Padua_. _Before_ BAPTISTA'S _house_.

_Enter_ BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, LUCENTIO,

_and_ others, attendants.

_Bap_. Signior Lucentio [_to Tranio_], this is the 'pointed day.

That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,

And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.

What will be said? what mockery will it be,

To want the bridegroom when the priest attends 5

To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!

What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?

_Kath._ No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced

To give my hand, opposed against my heart,

Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen; 10

Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,

Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:

And, to be noted for a merry man.

He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, 15

Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns;

Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.

Now must the world point at poor Katharine,

And say, 'Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,

If it would please him come and marry her!' 20

_Tra._ Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too.

Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,

Whatever fortune stays him from his word:

Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;

Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. 25

_Kath._ Would Katharine had never seen him though!

[_Exit weeping, followed by Bianca and others._

_Bap._ Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;

For such an injury would vex a very saint,

Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

_Enter_ BIONDELLO.

_Bion._ Master, master! news, old news, and such news 30

as you never heard of!

_Bap._ Is it new and old too? how may that be?

_Bion._ Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?

_Bap._ Is he come?

_Bion._ Why, no, sir. 35

_Bap._ What then?

_Bion._ He is coming.

_Bap._ When will he be here?

_Bion._ When he stands where I am and sees you there.

_Tra._ But say, what to thine old news? 40

_Bion._ Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old

jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair of boots

that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced, an

old rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armoury, with a

broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: his 45

horse hipped with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no

kindred; besides, possessed with the glanders and like to

mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with

the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with

the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the 50

staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back and

shoulder-shotten; near-legged before and with a half-checked

bit and a head-stall of sheep's leather which, being

restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often

burst and now repaired with knots; one girth six times 55

pieced and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two

letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and

there pieced with packthread.

_Bap._ Who comes with him?

_Bion._ O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned 60

like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey

boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list;

an old hat, and 'the humour of forty fancies' pricked in't

for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and

not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman's lackey. 65

_Tra._ 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion;

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell'd.

_Bap._ I am glad he's come, howsoe'er he comes.

_Bion._ Why, sir, he comes not.

_Bap._ Didst thou not say he comes? 70

_Bion._ Who? that Petruchio came?

_Bap._ Ay, that Petruchio came.

_Bion._ No, sir; I say his horse comes, with him on his

back.

_Bap._ Why, that's all one. 75

_Bion._

Nay, by Saint Jamy,

I hold you a penny,

A horse and a man

Is more than one,

And yet not many. 80

_Enter_ PETRUCHIO _and_ GRUMIO.

_Pet._ Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?

_Bap._ You are welcome, sir.

_Pet._ And yet I come not well.

_Bap._ And yet you halt not.

_Tra._ Not so well apparell'd

As I wish you were.

_Pet._ Were it better, I should rush in thus. 85

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?

How does my father? Gentles, methinks you frown:

And wherefore gaze this goodly company,

As if they saw some wondrous monument,

Some comet or unusual prodigy? 90

_Bap._ Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come;

Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.

Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate,

An eye-sore to our solemn festival! 95

_Tra._ And tell us, what occasion of import

Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,

And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

_Pet._ Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:

Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, 100

Though in some part enforced to digress;

Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse

As you shall well be satisfied withal.

But where is Kate? I stay too long from her:

The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. 105

_Tra._ See not your bride in these unreverent robes:

Go to my chamber; put on clothes of mine.

_Pet._ Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her.

_Bap._ But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

_Pet._ Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done with words: 110

To me she's married, not unto my clothes:

Could I repair what she will wear in me,

As I can change these poor accoutrements,

'Twere well for Kate and better for myself.

But what a fool am I to chat with you, 115

When I should bid good morrow to my bride,

And seal the title with a lovely kiss!

[_Exeunt Petruchio and Gremio._

_Tra._ He hath some meaning in his mad attire:

We will persuade him, be it possible,

To put on better ere he go to church. 120

_Bap._ I'll after him, and see the event of this.

[_Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, and attendants._

_Tra._ But to her love concerneth us to add

Her father's liking: which to bring to pass,

As I before imparted to your worship,

I am to get a man,--whate'er he be, 125

It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn,--

And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;

And make assurance here in Padua

Of greater sums than I have promised.

So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, 130

And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

_Luc._ Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster

Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,

'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;

Which once perform'd, let all the world say no, 135

I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

_Tra._ That by degrees we mean to look into,

And watch our vantage in this business:

We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,

The narrow-prying father, Minola, 140

The quaint musician, amorous Licio;

All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

_Re-enter_ GREMIO.

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?

_Gre._ As willingly as e'er I came from school.

_Tra._ And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? 145

_Gre._ A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed,

A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

_Tra._ Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.

_Gre._ Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.

_Tra._ Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. 150

_Gre._ Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him!

I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest

Should ask, if Katharine should be his wife,

'Ay, by gogs-wouns,' quoth he; and swore so loud,

That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book; 155

And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,

The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff,

That down fell priest and book, and book and priest:

'Now take them up,' quoth he, 'if any list.'

_Tra._ What said the wench when he rose again? 160

_Gre._ Trembled and shook; for why he stamp'd and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him.

But after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine: 'A health!' quoth he; as if

He had been aboard, carousing to his mates 165

After a storm: quaff'd off the muscadel,

And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;

Having no other reason

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly

And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. 170

This done, he took the bride about the neck

And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack

That at the parting all the church did echo:

And I seeing this came thence for very shame;

And after me, I know, the rout is coming. 175

Such a mad marriage never was before:

Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [_Music._

_Re-enter_ PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO,

GRUMIO, _and Train_.

_Pet._ Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:

I know you think to dine with me to-day,

And have prepared great store of wedding cheer; 180

But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,

And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

_Bap._ Is't possible you will away to-night?

_Pet._ I must away to-day, before night come:

Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, 185

You would entreat me rather go than stay.

And, honest company, I thank you all,

That have beheld me give away myself

To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:

Dine with my father, drink a health to me; 190

For I must hence; and farewell to you all.

_Tra._ Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.

_Pet._ It may not be.

_Gru._ Let me entreat you.

_Pet._ It cannot be.

_Kath._ Let me entreat you.

_Pet._ I am content.

_Kath._ Are you content to stay? 195

_Pet._ I am content you shall entreat me stay;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

_Kath._ Now, if you love me, stay.

_Pet._ Grumio, my horse.

_Gru._ Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the

horses. 200

_Kath._ Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself.

The door is open, sir; there lies your way;

You may be jogging whiles your boots are green; 205

For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself:

'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom,

That take it on you at the first so roundly.

_Pet._ O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not angry.

_Kath._ I will be angry: what hast thou to do? 210

Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure.

_Gre._ Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.

_Kath._ Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:

I see a woman may be made a fool,

If she had not a spirit to resist. 215

_Pet._ They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.

Obey the bride, you that attend on her;

Go to the feast, revel and domineer,

Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,

Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: 220

But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

I will be master of what is mine own:

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,

My household stuff, my field, my barn, 225

My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;

And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;

I'll bring mine action on the proudest he

That stops my way in Padua. Grumio,

Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; 230

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.

Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate:

I'll buckler thee against a million.

[_Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio._

_Bap._ Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

_Gre._ Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. 235

_Tra._ Of all mad matches never was the like.

_Luc._ Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?

_Bian._ That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

_Gre._ I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

_Bap._ Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants 240

For to supply the places at the table,

You know there wants no junkets at the feast.

Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;

And let Bianca take her sister's room.

_Tra._ Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? 245

_Bap._ She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go.

[_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] Pope. ACT III. SCENE I. Capell.

Before B.'s house.] Malone. Court before the house. Capell.

Lucentio] Rowe. om. Ff Q.

attendants.] attendants; Lucentio, and Hortensio among them. Capell.

[1] Bap.] Bap. [to Tra.] Capell.

_'pointed_] Pope. _pointed_ Ff Q.

[14] _man_.] Rowe. _man;_ F1 Q F2 F3. _man:_ F4.

[15] _'point_] Pope. _point_ Ff Q.

[16] _Make friends, invite_,] F1 Q. _Make friends, invite_, _yes_ F2

F3 F4. _Make friends, invite them_ Malone. _Make friends invite_,

_yes_ Singer. _Make_ _friends invited_ Grant White. _Make_ _friends

invite guests_ Dyce conj. _Make_ _feasts_, _invite friends_ Anon.

conj.

_banns_] Johnson. _banes_ Ff Q.

[18] _Katharine_] _Katharina_ Rowe.

[24] _know_] Ff. _knew_ Q.

[26] _him_] om. Q.

[Exit ... others.] Exit weeping. Ff Q. Exit weeping: is follow'd by

Bianca, Gremio, Hortensio, and Others. Capell.

[28] _a very saint_] F1 Q. _a saint_ F2 F3 F4.

[29] _thy_] F2 F3 F4. om. F1 Q.

Enter B.] Enter B., hastily. Capell.

[30. SCENE III. Pope.

_news_, _old news_, _and such news_] Capell. _news_, _and such news_

Ff Q. _old news_, _and such news_ Rowe. _news_, _and such old news_

Collier (Collier MS.).

[33] _hear_] _heard_ F1. _heare_ Q.

[40] _what to_] _what be_ Capell. _what:--to_ Malone. _what is_

Collier MS.

_thine_] F1 Q F2. _thy_ F3 F4.

[41] _a new_] _an old_ Anon. conj.

[43, 45] _laced; an_ ... _points_] _laced_ _with two broken points;

an_ ... _chapeless_ Rann (Johnson conj.).

[45-47] _his horse_ ... _kindred;_] _with_ _an old mothy saddle_, _the

stirrups of no_ _kindred: his horse hip'd_, Rann.

[46] _hipped_] _hip'd_ Ff Q. _heaped_ Collier MS.

_and_] F1 Q. _the_ F2 F3 F4. _with_ _the_ Hanmer (ed. 2).

[48] _mose_] _mourn_ Hanmer.

[49] _fashions_] _farcin_ Hanmer. _farcy_ Long conj. MS.

[50] _fives_] _vives_ Hanmer.

[51] _swayed_] Hanmer. _waid_ Ff Q.

[52] _near-legged_] _neere leg'd_ F1 Q F2. _neer leg'd_ F3 F4. _ne'er

legg'd_ Malone.

[55] _now repaired_] _new-repaired_ S. Walker conj.

_girth_] _girt_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[57] _down_] _dower_ F2.

[63] _the humour of_] _the amours or_ Collier MS. See note (XIV).

_pricked_] _prickt up_ F3 F4.

[65] _or a_] F1 Q. _or_ F3 F4.

[66] _odd_] _old_ Q.

[66, 67] _'Tis_ ... _apparell'd_ Printed as prose in Q.

[68] _he's come_] _he is come_ Johnson. _he's come though_ Capell.

_howsoe'er_] _howsoere_ F1 Q. _howsoever_ F2 F3 F4.

[71] _that Petruchio_] _that that Petruchio_ F3 F4.

_came_] _came not_ Warburton.

[73] _say_] _say_, _that_ Capell.

[76-80] _Nay_ ... _many_.] Printed as prose in Ff Q; as five lines of

verse by Collier; as two lines by Rowe (ed. 2).

[81] SCENE IV. Pope.

Enter P. and G.] Enter P. and G. fantastically habited. Rowe.

_Come_] _Come_, _come_ S. Walker conj.

_gallants?_] _gallants here?_ Capell.

_who's_] _who is_ Pope.

[81-84] _Come_ ... _were_] Verse as in Capell. Printed as prose in Ff

Q. See note (XV).

[81, 83, 85] _Come_ ... _Not so well_ ... _Were it_ ... _thus_.]

_Come_, _come_ ... _Nor so_ ... _Were it not_ ... _thus?_ Lettsom

conj., ending lines 83, 84 at _halt not_ ... _were_.

[82] _you are_] _you're_ Pope.

[82, 83] _sir_. Pet. _And yet I come_ _not well_. Bap. _And yet you

halt not_] _sir: and yet you come not well_. Pet. _And yet I halt not_

Capell conj.

[83] _apparell'd_] _'parell'd_ Pope, reading as one verse _Not_ ...

_were_.

[84] _wish_] _could wish_ Capell.

[85] _Were_] _Why_, _were_ Hanmer. _Tut! were_ Capell. _Wer't_ S.

Walker conj.

_better_] _much better_ Collier MS.

_thus_.] _thus?_ Rann.

[86] _is my_] _is is my_ Q.

[95] _An_] _And_ Anon. conj.

[103] _withal_] _with all_ F1 F2.

[110] _ha'_] F4. _ha_ F1 Q F2 F3. _have_ Capell.

[113] _can_] F1 Q F2. _could_ F3 F4.

[117] _lovely_] _loving_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[Exeunt P. and G.] Dyce. [Exit. Ff Q. [Exeunt Pet. Gru. and Bio.

Capell.

[121] [Exeunt B., G., and attendants.] Exit. Ff Q. [Exeunt Bap. and

Attendants. Tranio follows; but is beckon'd back by Lucentio, who

converses a while apart. Capell.

[122] SCENE V. Pope.

_But to her love_] Grant White. _But sir_, _Love_ Ff Q. _But_, _sir_,

_our_ _love_ Pope. _But to her love_, _sir_ Capell. _But_, _sir_, _her

love_ Rann (Ritson conj.). _But_, _sir_, _to her love_ Malone

(Tyrwhitt conj.). _But to our love_ Collier MS. _But_, _sir_, _to

love_ Knight.

[124] _I before_] Pope. _before_ F1 Q. _before I_ F2 F3 F4.

[126] _our turn_] _turn_ Capell (corrected in MS).

[140] _narrow-prying_] Pope. _narrow_ _prying_ Ff Q.

[143] SCENE VI. Pope.

Re-enter Gremio] Re-enter G. laughing. Capell.

_Signior_] _Now_, _signior_ Pope.

[145] _is_] _are_ Hanmer.

[147] _grumbling_] _grumlling_ F1. _grumling_ Q.

[148] _she?_] F4. _she_ F1 Q F2 F3.

[153] _Should ask_] _Did ask_ Hanmer.

[160] _wench_] _wretch_ Capell conj.

_rose_] F1 Q. _rose up_ F2 F3 F4. _arose_ Reed (1803).

[161-177] _Trembled_ ... _play_] Arranged as in Reed (1803). Printed

as prose in F1 Q; as verse first in F2, making 16 lines, ending

_swore_ ... _him_ ... _done_ ... _if_ ... _mates_ ... _muscadell_ ...

_face_ ... _beard_ ... _aske_ ... _tooke_ ... _lips_ ... _parting_ ...

_this_ ... _me_ ... _marryage_ ... _play_.

[164-168] _He calls_ ... _reason_] Printed by Capell as five lines,

ending _wine_ ... _aboard_ ... _storm_ ... _sops_ ... _reason_.

[164] _if_] om. Capell.

[165] _He had_] _H'ad_ Pope.

[168] _reason_] _cause_ Pope.

[170] _him_] _His_ F3 F4.

[173] _all_] om. Long conj. MS.

_did echo_] _echo'd_ Pope.

[174] _And I_] _I_ Capell.

[175] _I know_] om. Hanmer.

[176] _never_] _Ne'er_ Theobald.

[177] _I hear_] om. Hanmer.

_play_] om. Theobald.

[178] SCENE VII. Pope.

Petruchio, Katharina....] P. and C. as marry'd.... Capell.

Grumio, and Train.] Capell.

[183] _will_] _must_ Hanmer.

[193] _you_] _you_, _sir_ Hanmer. _you_ _stay_ Steevens conj.

[194] _you,_] _you_, _sir_ Hanmer. _you_ _then_ Capell. _you stay_

Steevens conj.

[198] _horse_] _horses_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[199] _Ay_, _sir_] _Sir_ Hanmer.

_oats_] _bots_ Grey conj.

_eaten_] _eaten up_ Capell.

[203] _not till_] F1 Q F2 F3. _nor till_ F4.

[205] _whiles_] _while_ Pope.

[206] _be gone_] _go_ Hanmer.

_till I_] _till_ Capell.

[214] _made_] _maide_ Q.

[220] _yourselves_] _you selves_ F2.

[224] _she is my house_] _and my house_ Hanmer. _and she is My house_

Mitforl conj.

[225] _My_] _She is my_ Hanmer.

_my barn_] _my barn_, _my stable_ Capell. _my barn_, _my grange_ S.

Walker conj. _my barn_, _my garner_ Edd. conj.

[228] _mine_] _my_ Rowe.

[230] _we are_] _we're_ Pope.

[233] [Exeunt P. K. and G.] Exeunt P. Ka. Ff Q. [Exit, hurrying

Catherine out; Grumio, with his sword drawn, bringing up the rear.

Capell.

[237] Luc. _Mistress_ ... _sister?_] Continued to Tranio by Capell.

[240] _wants_] _want_ Pope.

[242] _wants_] _want_ Grant White.

[243] _shall supply_] _supply_ Pope. _shall have_ Rann (Capell

conj.).

[246] _Come_] om. Pope. See note (XVI).

ACT IV.

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S _country house_.

_Enter_ GRUMIO.

_Gru._ Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters,

and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever

man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before

to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them.

Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips 5

might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my

mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire

to thaw me: but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself;

for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will

take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis! 10

_Enter_ CURTIS.

_Curt._ Who is that calls so coldly?

_Gru._ A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide

from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run but my

head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

_Curt._ Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? 15

_Gru._ O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on

no water.

_Curt._ Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?

_Gru._ She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou

knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath 20

tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself,

fellow Curtis.

_Curt._ Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

_Gru._ Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot;

and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, 25

or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand,

she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold

comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?

_Curt._ I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? 30

_Gru._ A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine;

and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for

my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

_Curt._ There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio,

the news. 35

_Gru._ Why, 'Jack, boy! ho! boy!' and as much news

as thou wilt.

_Curt._ Come, you are so full of cony-catching!

_Gru._ Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme

cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, 40

rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in

their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer

his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills

fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

_Curt._ All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news. 45

_Gru._ First, know, my horse is tired; my master and

mistress fallen out.

_Curt._ How?

_Gru._ Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby

hangs a tale. 50

_Curt._ Let's ha't, good Grumio.

_Gru._ Lend thine ear.

_Curt._ Here.

_Gru._ There. [_Strikes him._

_Curt._ This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. 55

_Gru._ And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: and this

cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening.

Now I begin: _Imprimis_, we came down a foul hill, my master

riding behind my mistress,--

_Curt._ Both of one horse? 60

_Gru._ What's that to thee?

_Curt._ Why, a horse.

_Gru._ Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed

me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she

under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a 65

place, how she was bemoiled, how he left her with the horse

upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled,

how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me, how

he swore, how she prayed, that never prayed before, how I

cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was burst, 70

how I lost my crupper, with many things of worthy memory,

which now shall die in oblivion and thou return unexperienced

to thy grave.

_Curt._ By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.

_Gru._ Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all 75

shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this?

Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop

and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed,

their blue coats brushed and their garters of an indifferent

knit: let them curtsy with their left legs and not presume 80

to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail till they kiss their

hands. Are they all ready?

_Curt._ They are.

_Gru._ Call them forth.

_Curt._ Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to 85

countenance my mistress!

_Gru._ Why, she hath a face of her own.

_Curt._ Who knows not that?

_Gru._ Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance

her. 90

_Curt._ I call them forth to credit her.

_Gru._ Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

_Enter four or five_ serving-men.

_Nath._ Welcome home, Grumio!

_Phil._ How now, Grumio!

_Jos._ What, Grumio! 95

_Nich._ Fellow Grumio!

_Nath._ How now, old lad?

_Gru._ Welcome, you;--how now, you;--what, you;--fellow,

you;--and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce

companions, is all ready, and all things neat? 100

_Nath._ All things is ready. How near is our master?

_Gru._ E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be

not--Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master.

_Enter_ PETRUCHIO _and_ KATHARINA.

_Pet._ Where be these knaves? What, no man at door

To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse! 105

Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

_All Serv._ Here, here, sir; here, sir.

_Pet._ Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!

You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!

What, no attendance? no regard? no duty? 110

Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

_Gru._ Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

_Pet._ You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? 115

_Gru._ Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,

And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel;

There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory; 120

The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;

Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

_Pet._ Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

[_Exeunt Servants._

[_Singing_] Where is the life that late I led--

Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.-- 125

Soud, soud, soud, soud!

_Re-enter_ Servants _with supper_.

Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.

Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when?

[_Sings._

It was the friar of orders grey,

As he forth walked on his way:-- 130

Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:

Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.

[_Strikes him._

Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho!

Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: 135

One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water?

_Enter one with water._

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.

You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?

[_Strikes him._

_Kath._ Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. 140

_Pet._ A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!

Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.

Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?

What's this? mutton?

_First Serv._ Ay.

_Pet._ Who brought it?

_Peter._ I.

_Pet._ 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. 145

What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?

How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,

And serve it thus to me that love it not?

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:

[_Throws the meat, &c. about the stage._

You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! 150

What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

_Kath._ I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:

The meat was well, if you were so contented.

_Pet._ I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;

And I expressly am forbid to touch it, 155

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;

And better 'twere that both of us did fast,

Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,

Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.

Be patient; to-morrow't shall be mended, 160

And, for this night, we'll fast for company:

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [_Exeunt._

_Re-enter_ Servants _severally_.

_Nath._ Peter, didst ever see the like?

_Peter._ He kills her in her own humour.

_Re-enter_ CURTIS.

_Gru._ Where is he? 165

_Curt._ In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her;

And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul,

Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,

And sits as one new-risen from a dream. 170

Away, away! for he is coming hither. [_Exeunt._

_Re-enter_ PETRUCHIO.

_Pet._ Thus have I politicly begun my reign,

And 'tis my hope to end successfully.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty;

And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, 175

For then she never looks upon her lure.

Another way I have to man my haggard,

To make her come and know her keeper's call,

That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites

That bate and beat and will not be obedient. 180

She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;

Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;

As with the meat, some undeserved fault

I'll find about the making of the bed;

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, 185

This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:

Ay, and amid this hurly I intend

That all is done in reverend care of her;

And in conclusion she shall watch all night:

And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl 190

And with the clamour keep her still awake.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;

And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,

Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. [_Exit._ 195

LINENOTES:

ACT IV. SCENE I.] Pope.

P.'s country house.] Pope. A hall in.... Capell.

[2, 3] _Was_ ... _beaten? was_ ... _rayed?_ _was_ ... _weary?_] _was_

... _weary? was_ ... _beaten? was_ ... _raied?_ Hanmer.

[3] _rayed_] _'wray'd_ Capell.

[11] _is_] _is't_ Anon. conj.

[16] _Curtis_] _Burtis_ Q.

[19] _this_] _the_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[21] _myself_] _thyself_ Hanmer (Warburton).

[23] _three-inch_] _three-inch'd_ Rowe.

[24] _thy_] _my_ Theobald.

[34] _There's_] _There is_ Hanmer.

[37] _thou wilt_] _wilt thou_ F1. _will_ _thaw_ Anon. conj.

[42] _their_] F3 F4. _the_ F1 Q F2. _the--in_ _their_ S. Walker conj.,

supposing an omission.

[43, 44] _within_ ... _without_] _without_ ... _within_ Hanmer.

[44] _the carpets_] _carpets_ F3 F4.

[45] _news_] _what news_ F2 F3 F4. _thy_ _news_ Malone conj.

[54] [Strikes him.] Rowe.

[55] _is_] Rowe (ed. 2). _'tis_ Ff Q.

[60] _of_] _on_ Rowe.

[71] _of worthy_] _worthy of_ S. Walker conj.

[73] _thy_] _the_ Q.

[74] _is_] om. Q.

[77] _Walter_, _Sugarsop_] _Walter Sugarsop_ S. Walker conj.

_Sugarsop_] corrupt, Id. conj.

[78] _sleekly_] _slickely_ F1 Q F2. _slickly_ F3 F4.

[79] _indifferent_] _different_ Malone conj.

[80] _knit_] _knot_ Capell.

[89] _call_] Ff Q. _call'st Rowe_ (ed. 2).

[92] Enter....] Ff Q (after line 90).

[97] Nath.] Walt. Edd. conj.

[101] _is ready_] F1 Q. _are ready_ F2 F3 F4.

[104] SCENE II. Pope.

[104-106] _Where_ ... _Philip_] Printed as prose in F3 F4.

[104] _door_] _the door_ Capell.

[106-108] _Where is_ ... _here_, _sir!_] Printed by Capell as two

lines, ending the first at _Here_, _here_, _sir_.

[110] _attendance_] _attendants_ Q.

[113] _peasant_] _pleasant_ Pope (ed. 2).

[115] _these_] F1 Q. _the_ F2 F3 F4.

[122] _here are_] F1 Q. om. F2 F3 F4.

[123] [Exeunt Servants] Ex. Ser. Ff Q. Exeunt some of the servants.

Cloth lay'd. Capell.

[124] [Singing.] Theobald. See note (XVII).

_led--_] _led_, _say they:_-- Capell.

[125] _those--_] _those villains?_ Capell.

[126] _Soud_ ... _soud_] _Sù_ ... _sù_. A. A. (N. and Q.) conj.

[Humming. Hanmer. [Wipes himself. Capell.

[128] _rogues_] _rogue_ Hammer.

[Sings.] Rowe.

[131] _Out_] _Out_, _out_ Pope.

[132] _mend_] _mind_ Hanmer.

[Strikes him.] Rowe.

[134] _my_] _by_ Hanmer (a misprint).

[137] [Water presented. Capell.

[Enter..] Ff Q (after line 133). om. Capell.

[138] [Servant lets the ewer fall. Capell.

[141] _flap-ear'd_] _flatear'd_ Rowe.

[144] _What's_] _What is_ Hanmer.

_Ay_] _Yes_ Rowe.

Peter.] F1 Q. Ser F2 F3 F4.

[145] _all the_] _all the rest o'the_ Capell.

[149] [Throws....] Rowe.

[160] _to-morrow_] _for to-morrow_ Pope.

[162] [Exeunt] Ff Q. [Exit, leading out Cat. Cur. follows. Capell.

[163-166] _Peter_ ... _chamber_] As two lines in Capell, ending _kills

her_ ... _chamber_.

[164] [Re-enter Curtis.] Enter Curtis a servant. Ff Q (after line

165).

[166-171] _In her_ ... _hither_] Pope. Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[168] _swears_] _sweare_ F2.

_that she_] _and she_ Rowe.

[171] [Exeunt.] Pope. om. Ff Q.

[172] SCENE III. Pope.

[180] _bate_ ... _beat_] _baite_ ... _beate_ F1 Q F2. _bait_ ...

_beat_ F3 F4.

[182] _she shall_] _shall_ F3 F4.

[186] _another_] _that_ Pope.

[187] _I intend_] _I'll pretend_ Rowe (ed. 2).

SCENE II. _Padua_. _Before_ BAPTISTA'S _house_.

_Enter_ TRANIO _and_ HORTENSIO.

_Tra._ Is't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca

Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

_Hor._ Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching. 5

_Enter_ BIANCA _and_ LUCENTIO.

_Luc._ Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

_Bian._ What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

_Luc._ I read that I profess, the Art to Love.

_Bian._ And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

_Luc._ While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart! 10

_Hor._ Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca

Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.

_Tra._ O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. 15

_Hor._ Mistake no more: I am not Licio,

Nor a musician, as I seem to be;

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,

For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

And makes a god of such a cullion: 20

Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.

_Tra._ Signior Hortensio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,

I will with you, if you be so contented, 25

Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

_Hor._ See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her more, but do forswear her,

As one unworthy all the former favours 30

That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

_Tra._ And here I take the like unfeigned oath,

Never to marry with her though she would entreat:

Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!

_Hor._ Would all the world but he had quite forsworn! 35

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pass, which hath as long loved me

As I have loved this proud disdainful haggard.

And so farewell, Signior Lucentio. 40

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,

Shall win my love: and so I take my leave,

In resolution as I swore before. [_Exit._

_Tra._ Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace

As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! 45

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love,

And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

_Bian._ Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?

_Tra._ Mistress, we have.

_Luc._ Then we are rid of Licio.

_Tra._ I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, 50

That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

_Bian._ God give him joy!

_Tra._ Ay, and he'll tame her.

_Bian._ He says so, Tranio.

_Tra._ Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.

_Bian._ The taming-school! what, is there such a place? 55

_Tra._ Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.

_Enter_ BIONDELLO.

_Bion._ O master, master, I have watch'd so long

That I am dog-weary! but at last I spied 60

An ancient angel coming down the hill,

Will serve the turn.

_Tra._ What is he, Biondello?

_Bion._ Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant,

I know not what; but formal in apparel,

In gait and countenance surely like a father. 65

_Luc._ And what of him, Tranio?

_Tra._ If he be credulous and trust my tale,

I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,

And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

As if he were the right Vincentio. 70

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[_Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca._

_Enter a_ Pedant.

_Ped._ God save you, sir!

_Tra._ And you, sir! you are welcome.

Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

_Ped._ Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:

But then up farther, and as far as Rome; 75

And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.

_Tra._ What countryman, I pray?

_Ped._ Of Mantua.

_Tra._ Of Mantua, sir? marry, God forbid!

And come to Padua, careless of your life?

_Ped._ My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard. 80

_Tra._ 'Tis death for any one in Mantua

To come to Padua. Know you not the cause?

Your ships are stay'd at Venice; and the Duke,

For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,

Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 85

'Tis marvel, but that you are but newly come,

You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

_Ped._ Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so!

For I have bills for money by exchange

From Florence, and must here deliver them. 90

_Tra._ Well, sir, to do you courtesy,

This will I do, and this I will advise you:

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

_Ped._ Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;

Pisa renowned for grave citizens. 95

_Tra._ Among them know you one Vincentio?

_Ped._ I know him not, but I have heard of him;

A merchant of incomparable wealth.

_Tra._ He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say,

In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. 100

_Bion._ As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

[_Aside._

_Tra._ To save your life in this extremity,

This favour will I do you for his sake;

And think it not the worst of all your fortunes

That you are like to Sir Vincentio. 105

His name and credit shall you undertake,

And in my house you shall be friendly lodged:

Look that you take upon you as you should;

You understand me, sir: so shall you stay

Till you have done your business in the city: 110

If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

_Ped._ O sir, I do; and will repute you ever

The patron of my life and liberty.

_Tra._ Then go with me to make the matter good.

This, by the way, I let you understand; 115

My father is here look'd for every day,

To pass assurance of a dower in marriage

'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here:

In all these circumstances I'll instruct you:

Go with me to clothe you as becomes you. [_Exeunt._ 120

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] Steevens. ACT V. SCENE I. Pope. SCENE IV.

Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE I. Capell. See note (XVIII).

Padua] Pope.

Before B's house.] Theobald.

Enter T. and H.] Ff Q. Enter Lucentio and Bianca courting; and, on the

opposite side, Tranio and Hortensio. Capell.

[1] _that_] om. S. Walker conj.

_Mistress_] om. Pope.

[4] Hor.] F2 F3 F4. Luc. F1 Q.

_Sir_, _to satisfy you_] Ff Q. _To_ _satisfy you_, _sir_ Pope.

_Signior_, _to_ _satisfy you_ Anon conj.

_have_] om. Pope.

[5] [They stand by. Theobald.

... and Lucentio] Rowe.

[6, 8] Luc.] F2 F3 F4. Hor. F1 Q.

[7] _What_, _master_, _read you? first_] Theobald. _What master read

you_ _first_, Ff Q.

[8] _to_] _of_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[10] [They retire backward. Theobald. [Court apart. Capell.

[11] _Quick proceeders_, _marry_] _Marry_, _quick proceeders_ Capell.

_Now_, _tell me_] _Tell me now_ Capell.

[11-13] _Quick_ ... _Lucentio_] F1 Q F2. As prose in F3 F4.

[12] _that your mistress_] _your mistress_ _fair_ Capell.

[13] _none_] Rowe. _me_ Ff Q.

_in the_] _i'the_ Capell.

_as_] _as her_ Capell.

[14] _O_] om. Capell.

[29] _Never_ ... _forswear her_] om. Rowe.

[31] _her_] F3 F4. _them_ F1 Q F2.

[33] _Never_] _Ne'er_ Steevens.

_with her_] _her_ Pope, _wi'her_ S. Walker conj.

_she would_] _she_ Pope. _she'ld_ S. Walker conj.

[35] _forsworn_] _forsworn her_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[36] _oath_,] Rowe. _oath_. Ff Q.

[38. _hath_] _has_ F4.

[42] _so_] om. F2. _thus_ Collier MS.

[44] Tra.] Tra. [passing to the other side]. Capell.

[45] _'longeth_] Hanmer. _longeth_ Ff Q.

[53] _her_] _her too_ S. Walker conj.

[54] _unto_] Ff Q. _into_ Warburton. _to_ Heath conj.

[59] ACT V. SCENE II. Pope. SCENE V. Hanmer.

Enter B.] Enter B. running. Theobald.

[60] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[61] _ancient angel_] _angel-merchant_ Steevens conj.

_angel_] _Angel_ F1 F3 F4. _Angell_ Q F2. _engle_ Theobald. _ayeul_

Becket conj. _gentleman_ or _gentle_ Mitford conj. _morsel_ Staunton

conj. _ambler_ Collier (Collier MS.), _antick_ Anon. conj. _uncle_

Bubier conj.

_coming_] _going_ Pope (ed. 2).

[63] _mercatantè_, _or_] Capell. _marcantant_ _or_ Ff Q. _mercantant_,

_or else_ Pope.

[65] _surely_] F1 Q. _surly_ F2 F3 F4.

[66. _And_] om. Capell.

_Tranio_] om. S. Walker conj.

[69] _give_] _give him_ Theobald.

[71] _Take in_] Theobald. Par. _Take_ _me_ F1 Q. _Take me_, F2 F3 F4.

_Partake_ or _Take on_ Anon. conj.

_Take_ ... _and then_] _Partake your_ _love within_; Anon. conj.

[Exeunt L. and B.] Rowe.

[75] _and_] _e'en_ Theobald conj.

[78] _sir? marry_] _sir?_ Pope. _sir_, _say you?_ Hanmer. _sir? marry

now_ Capell.

[81] _in_] _of_ Hanmer.

[86] _you are_] _you're_ Pope.

[91] _courtesy_] _courtesy herein_ Capell.

[92] _I will_] _will I_ Pope.

[100] _countenance_] _count'nance_ F1 Q F3 F4. _countnance_ F2.

[101] [Aside.] Rowe.

[105] _like to Sir_] _so like to_ Collier MS. _like_, _sir_, to

Staunton conj.

[110] _the city_] _this city_ Capell conj.

[111] _courtesy_] _court'sie_ Ff Q.

[117] _dower_] Warburton. _dowre_ Ff Q. _dowry_ Rowe.

[120] _me_] F1 Q. _me_, _sir_ F2 F3 F4. See note (XIX).

SCENE III. _A room in_ PETRUCHIO'S _house_.

_Enter_ KATHARINA _and_ GRUMIO.

_Gru._ No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.

_Kath._ The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?

Beggars, that come unto my father's door,

Upon entreaty have a present alms; 5

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:

But I, who never knew how to entreat,

Nor never needed that I should entreat,

Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;

With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed: 10

And that which spites me more than all these wants,

He does it under name of perfect love;

As who should say, if I should sleep or eat,

'Twere deadly sickness or else present death.

I prithee go and get me some repast; 15

I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

_Gru._ What say you to a neat's foot?

_Kath._ 'Tis passing good: I prithee let me have it.

_Gru._ I fear it is too choleric a meat.

How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd? 20

_Kath._ I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me.

_Gru._ I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

_Kath._ A dish that I do love to feed upon.

_Gru._ Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. 25

_Kath._ Why then, the beef, and let the mustard rest.

_Gru._ Nay then, I will not: you shall have the mustard,

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

_Kath._ Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

_Gru._ Why then, the mustard without the beef. 30

_Kath._ Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,

[_Beats him._

That feed'st me with the very name of meat:

Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you

That triumph thus upon my misery!

Go, get thee gone, I say. 35

_Enter_ PETRUCHIO _and_ HORTENSIO _with meat_.

_Pet._ How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?

_Hor._ Mistress, what cheer?

_Kath._ Faith, as cold as can be.

_Pet._ Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.

Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am

To dress thy meat myself and bring it thee: 40

I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.

What, not a word? Nay, then thou lovest it not;

And all my pains is sorted to no proof.

Here, take away this dish.

_Kath._ I pray you, let it stand.

_Pet._ The poorest service is repaid with thanks; 45

And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.

_Kath._ I thank you, sir.

_Hor._ Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.

Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

_Pet._ Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.

[_Aside._ 50

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!

Kate, eat apace: and now, my honey love,

Will we return unto thy father's house,

And revel it as bravely as the best,

With silken coats and caps and golden rings, 55

With ruffs and cuffs and fardingales and things;

With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery,

With amber bracelets, beads and all this knavery.

What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy leisure,

To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. 60

_Enter_ Tailor.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;

Lay forth the gown.

_Enter_ Haberdasher.

What news with you, sir?

_Hab._ Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

_Pet._ Why, this was moulded on a porringer;

A velvet dish: fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy: 65

Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap:

Away with it! come, let me have a bigger.

_Kath._ I'll have no bigger: this doth fit the time

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. 70

_Pet._ When you are gentle, you shall have one too,

And not till then.

_Hor._ That will not be in haste. [_Aside._

_Kath._ Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:

Your betters have endured me say my mind, 75

And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,

Or else my heart concealing it will break;

And rather than it shall, I will be free

Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. 80

_Pet._ Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,

A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:

I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.

_Kath._ Love me or love me not, I like the cap;

And it I will have, or I will have none. 85

[_Exit Haberdasher._

_Pet._ Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see't.

O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here?

What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon:

What, up and down, carved like an apple-tart?

Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, 90

Like to a censer in a barber's shop:

Why, what, i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

_Hor._ I see she's like to have neither cap nor gown. [_Aside._

_Tai._ You bid me make it orderly and well,

According to the fashion and the time. 95

_Pet._ Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,

I did not bid you mar it to the time.

Go, hop me over every kennel home,

For you shall hop without my custom, sir:

I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it. 100

_Kath._ I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,

More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:

Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

_Pet._ Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.

_Tai._ She says your worship means to make a puppet of her. 105

_Pet._ O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble,

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail!

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!

Braved in mine own house with a skein of thread? 110

Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;

Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou livest!

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.

_Tai._ Your worship is deceived; the gown is made 115

Just as my master had direction:

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

_Gru._ I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.

_Tai._ But how did you desire it should be made?

_Gru._ Marry, sir, with needle and thread. 120

_Tai._ But did you not request to have it cut?

_Gru._ Thou hast faced many things.

_Tai._ I have.

_Gru._ Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave

not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto 125

thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid

him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.

_Tai._ Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.

_Pet._ Read it.

_Gru._ The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so. 130

_Tai._ [_reads_] 'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:'

_Gru._ Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me

in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of

brown thread: I said a gown.

_Pet._ Proceed. 135

_Tai._ [_reads_] 'With a small compassed cape:'

_Gru._ I confess the cape.

_Tai._ [_reads_] 'With a trunk sleeve:'

_Gru._ I confess two sleeves.

_Tai._ [_reads_] 'The sleeves curiously cut.' 140

_Pet._ Ay, there's the villany.

_Gru._ Error i' the bill, sir; error i' the bill. I commanded

the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again;

and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be

armed in a thimble. 145

_Tai._ This is true that I say: an I had thee in place

where, thou shouldst know it.

_Gru._ I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give

me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

_Hor._ God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. 150

_Pet._ Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.

_Gru._ You are i' the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress.

_Pet._ Go, take it up unto thy master's use.

_Gru._ Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress'

gown for thy master's use! 155

_Pet._ Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?

_Gru._ O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for:

Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use!

O, fie, fie, fie!

_Pet._ Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. [_Aside._ 160

Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.

_Hor._ Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow:

Take no unkindness of his hasty words:

Away! I say; commend me to thy master. [_Exit Tailor._

_Pet._ Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's 165

Even in these honest mean habiliments:

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,

So honour peereth in the meanest habit. 170

What is the jay more precious than the lark,

Because his feathers are more beautiful?

Or is the adder better than the eel,

Because his painted skin contents the eye?

O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse 175

For this poor furniture and mean array.

If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;

And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,

To feast and sport us at thy father's house.

Go, call my men, and let us straight to him; 180

And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;

There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.

Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock,

And well we may come there by dinner-time.

_Kath._ I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; 185

And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.

_Pet._ It shall be seven ere I go to horse:

Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,

You are still crossing it. Sirs, let't alone:

I will not go to-day; and ere I do, 190

It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

_Hor._ Why, so this gallant will command the sun.

[_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] Steevens. Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima. Ff Q. ACT

IV. SCENE IV. Pope. ACT V. SCENE I. Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE VI.

Warburton. ACT IV. SCENE II. Capell.

[8] _Nor_ ... _entreat_] omitted in Reed (1803, 1813), Boswell (1821),

&c.

[11] _wants_] _wrongs_ Capell (corrected in MS.).

[19] _choleric_] F1 Q. _phlegmatic_ F2 F3 F4.

[22] _'tis_] _it is_ Rowe. _it's_ Pope.

[27] _Nay then_] _Nay_, _that_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[30] _without_] _e'en without_ Hanmer. _now without_ Capell.

[36] SCENE V. Pope. SCENE VII. Warburton.

[37] _Faith_] _I'faith_ Capell.

[40] [Sets the dish on a table. Capell (after line 39).

[41] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[43] _is_] _are_ Halliwell.

[44] _this_] _the_ F3 F4.

_I pray you_] _Pray_ Hanmer.

[49] [Sits to table along with her. Capell.

[50] _me_.] _me:_ Ff Q. _me_, Rowe.

[Aside.] Theobald.

[51] _Much_] _Now much_ Capell.

[55, 56] _rings_ ... _things_] _things_ ... _rings_ Johnson conj.

(withdrawn).

[56] _fardingales_] F1 Q F2 F3. _fardingals_ F4.

[59] _What_] F1 Q. _With_ F2 F3 F4.

[60] _To_] _The_ F2.

_ruffling_] _rustling_ Pope.

[61] SCENE VI. Pope. ACT V. SCENE III. Hanmer. SCENE VIII. Warburton.

[62] Enter....] Ff Q (after line 61).

_sir?_] _sir? ha!_ Hanmer.

[63] Hab.] Rowe. Fel. Ff Q.

[72] [Aside.] Hanmer.

[80] _uttermost_] _utmost_ Pope.

[81] _a_] om. F1.

[85] _it will have_] _I will have it_ Pope.

[Exit Haberdasher] Edd.

[87] _God_] _Heav'n_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[88] _What's this?_] F1 Q. _What_ _this?_ F2. _What? this_ F3 F4.

_like a_] _like_ F1.

[92] _i'_] Edd. _a_ Ff Q. _o'_ Capell.

_tailor_] _trilor_ F4.

[93] _to have_] _to've_ Pope.

[Aside.] Theobald.

[95] _and_] _of_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[96] _and did_] _I did_ Long conj. MS.

[106, 107] As two lines in Ff Q, ending _arrogance:_ ... _thimble_. As

one line in Capell. As two lines ending _liest_, ... _thimble_ Malone.

As two ending _thread_ ... _thimble_ Knight.

[106] _monstrous_] F1 Q. _most monstrous_ F2 F3 F4.

_liest_] _list_ Anon conj.

_thou thread_] om. Ritson conj.

[107] _thimble_,] _thimble thou! thou_ _liest_, Hanmer.

[108] _yard_,] F2 F3 F4. _yard_ F1 Q.

[131, 136, 138, 140] [reads] Capell.

[131] _Imprimis_] F3 F4. _Inprimis_ F1 Q F2.

[132] _loose-bodied_] _loose body's_ Steevens conj. from (Q).

_sew me_] _sow me up_ Pope.

[146] _an_] Pope. _and_ Ff Q.

[147] _where_, _thou shouldst_] Q F3 F4. _where thou shouldst_ F1.

_where thou_ _should_ F2.

[149] _not me_] _me not_ Hanmer.

[150] Pet.] Kath. Daniel conj.

[154, 158] _mistress'_] _mistress's_ Rowe.

[158] _to_] _unto_ F3 F4.

[160] [Aside.] Rowe.

[164] [Exit Tailor.] Exit Tail. Ff Q. Exeunt Tailor and Haberdasher.

Collier.

[170] _peereth_] _'peareth_ Grant White (Capell conj.).

[171] _What is_] Ff Q. _What; is_ Pope.

[171, 172] _lark_, ... _beautiful?_] F2 F3 F4. _larke?_...

_beautifull_. F1 Q.

[175] _good_] om. Q.

[177] _account'st_] Rowe. _accountedst_ F1 Q F2. _accounted'st_ F3

F4.

[182] _on foot_] _afoot_ Capell.

[190] _and_] _or_, Capell.

[192] _Why_, _so_] _Why so_ F1 Q. _Why_ _so:_ F2 F3 F4. _Why_, _so!_

Capell. See note (XIX).

SCENE IV. _Padua_. _Before_ BAPTISTA'S _house_.

_Enter_ TRANIO, _and the_ Pedant _dressed like_ VINCENTIO.

_Tra._ Sir, this is the house: please it you that I call?

_Ped._ Ay, what else? and but I be deceived

Signior Baptista may remember me,

Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,

Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus. 5

_Tra._ 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,

With such austerity as 'longeth to a father.

_Ped._ I warrant you.

_Enter_ BIONDELLO.

But, sir, here comes your boy;

'Twere good he were school'd.

_Tra._ Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello, 10

Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:

Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

_Bion._ Tut, fear not me.

_Tra._ But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?

_Bion._ I told him that your father was at Venice; 15

And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

_Tra._ Thou'rt a tall fellow: hold thee that to drink.

Here comes Baptista: set your countenance, sir.

_Enter_ BAPTISTA _and_ LUCENTIO.

Signior Baptista, you are happily met.

[_To the Pedant_] Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of: 20

I pray you, stand good father to me now,

Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

_Ped._ Soft, son!

Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua

To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio 25

Made me acquainted with a weighty cause

Of love between your daughter and himself:

And, for the good report I hear of you,

And for the love he beareth to your daughter,

And she to him, to stay him not too long, 30

I am content, in a good father's care,

To have him match'd; and, if you please to like

No worse than I, upon some agreement

Me shall you find ready and willing

With one consent to have her so bestow'd; 35

For curious I cannot be with you,

Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

_Bap._ Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:

Your plainness and your shortness please me well.

Right true it is, your son Lucentio here 40

Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,

Or both dissemble deeply their affections:

And therefore, if you say no more than this.

That like a father you will deal with him,

And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, 45

The match is made, and all is done:

Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

_Tra._ I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best

We be affied and such assurance ta'en

As shall with either part's agreement stand? 50

_Bap._ Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:

Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still;

And happily we might be interrupted.

_Tra._ Then at my lodging, an it like you: 55

There doth my father lie; and there, this night,

We'll pass the business privately and well.

Send for your daughter by your servant here;

My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.

The worst is this, that, at so slender warning, 60

You are like to have a thin and slender pittance.

_Bap._ It likes me well. Cambio, his you home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;

And, if you will, tell what hath happened,

Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua, 65

And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

_Bion._ I pray the gods she may with all my heart!

_Tra._ Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

[_Exit Bion_

Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: 70

Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.

_Bap._ I follow you.

[_Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista._ _Re-enter_ BIONDELLO.

_Bion._ Cambio.

_Luc._ What sayest thou, Biondello?

_Bion._ You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? 75

_Luc._ Biondello, what of that?

_Bion._ Faith, nothing; but has left me here behind, to

expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.

_Luc._ I pray thee, moralize them.

_Bion._ Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the 80

deceiving father of a deceitful son.

_Luc._ And what of him?

_Bion._ His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

_Luc._ And then?

_Bion._ The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your 85

command at all hours.

_Luc._ And what of all this?

_Bion._ I cannot tell; expect they are busied about a

counterfeit assurance: take you assurance of her, 'cum privilegio

ad imprimendum solum:' to the church; take the 90

priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses:

If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say,

But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

_Luc._ Hearest thou, Biondello?

_Bion._ I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an 95

afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a

rabbit; and so may you, sir: and so, adieu, sir. My master

hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be

ready to come against you come with your appendix. [_Exit._

_Luc._ I may, and will, if she be so contented: 100

She will be pleased; then wherefore should I doubt?

Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:

It shall go hard if Cambio go without her. [_Exit._

LINENOTES:

SCENE IV.] Steevens. ACT V. SCENE II. Pope (ed. 1). ACT V.

SCENE III. Pope (ed. 2). ACT V. SCENE IV. Hanmer. SCENE IX. Warburton.

SCENE III. Capell. ACT V. SCENE I. Johnson conj.

Before B's house.] Capell.

... Pedant dressed....] Pedant, booted, and drest.... Capell.

[1] _Sir_] Theobald. _Sirs_ Ff Q.

[2] _Ay,_] _I_ Ff Q. _Ay_, _ay_, Hanmer. _Ay_, _sir;_ Capell.

[4, 5] _Genoa_, _Where we_] _Genoa_, _where We_ Steevens. _Genoa When

we_ Halliwell.

[5, 6] _Where we_ ... Tra. _'Tis_] Theobald. Tra. _Where we_ ... _Tis_

Ff Q. Tra. _Where you_ ... _Tis_ Capell.

[7] _'longeth to a_] Hanmer. _longeth_ _to a_ FF Q. _'longs t' a_ S.

Walker conj.

[9] _good_] _good that_ Hanmer.

[11] _Now_] om. Hanmer.

_throughly_] _thoroughly_ Steevens.

_I advise you_] om. Hanmer.

[15] _at_] _in_ F3 F4.

[17] _Thou'rt_] Capell. _Th'art_ F1 Q F2. _That's_ F3 F4.

[19] SCENE III. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE IV. Pope (ed. 2). ACT V. SCENE V.

Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE X. Warburton.

Enter B. and L.] Enter B. and L.: Pedant booted and bare headed. Ff Q.

(and Pedant F2 F3 F4.)

[20] [To the Pedant] Capell.

_Sir, this is_] _Sir, This is Capell._ _Sir, this 's_ Edd conj.

[21] _stand good father to_] _stand, good father, to_ Rowe.

[23, 24] As in Hanmer. As one line in Ff Q.

[33] _I, upon_] F1. _I upon_ Q. _I sir upon_ F2 F3 F4.

[34] _ready and willing_] F1 Q. _most ready and most willing_ F2 F3

F4.

[38] _to say_] _say_ Steevens (1778), a misprint.

[45] _dower_] F1 Q F2. _dowre_ F3 F4. _dowry_ Rowe.

[46] _made_] _fully made_ Hanmer.

_done_] _done with me_ Capell. _happily done_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[48, 49.] _Where then do you ... We be_] _Then where you do

... Be we_ Becket conj.

[48] _do you know_] _do you trow is_ Hanmer. _you do know_

Johnson conj. _do you trow_ Rann (Johnson conj.). _do you hold_

Collier (Collier MS.).

[49] _We be_] _Be we_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[54] _And happily_] _And happilie_ F1 Q. _Ann haply_ F2.

_And haply_ F3 F4. _And haply then_ Pope. _And hapily_ Capell. _And

happely_ Grant White.

_might_] Ff. _may_ Q.

[55] _like you_] F1 Q. _like you, sir_ F2 F3 F4. _liketh

you_] Anon conj.

[61] _You are_] _You're_ Pope.

[62, 63.] As in Steevens. As two lines ending _well: ...

straight_ in Ff Q.

[62] _Cambio_] _Go, Cambio_ Pope. _Biondello_ Edd. conj. See

note (XX).

[64] _And, if you will, tell_] Rowe. _And if you will tell_

Ff Q.

_happened_] Capell. _hapned_ Ff Q. _happen'd here_ Pope.

[67] Bion.] F2 F3 F4. Biond. F1 Q. Luc. Rowe.

[68] [Exit Bion.] Exit. Ff Q, after line 67. om. Capell. See

note (xx).

Enter Peter. Ff Q.

[70] _Welcome_] F1 Q. _We come_ F2 F3 F4. See note (XXI).

[70, 71.] _Welcome ... Come, sir; we will_] _Come, sir; one mess ...

cheer; We'll_ Capell.

[71] _Come_] _But come_ Hanmer.

[72] Exeunt T. P. and B] Exeunt. Ff Q.

Re-enter Biondello.] Edd. Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Ff Q.

[73] ACT V. SCENE IV. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE V. Pope (ed. 2). ACT V.

SCENE VI. Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE XI. Warburton.

[75] _wink and laugh_] _laugh, and wink_ Capell conj.

[77] _has_] _'has_ Rowe. _ha's_ Theobald. _h'as_ Hanmer. _he's_

Johnson. _he has_ Steevens.

[79] _them_] _then_ Anon conj.

[84] _then?_] F2 F3 F4. _then._ F1 Q.

[87] _this?_] F2 F3 F4. _this._ F1 Q.

[88] _expect_] F1 Q. _except_ F2 F3 F4. _expect_, Warburton. _except,

while_ Capell. _expect;--_ Malone. _except--_ Tyrwhitt conj.

[90] _imprimendum solum_] F2 F3 F4. _impremendum solem_ F1 Q.

_church;_] Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). _church_ Ff Q.

[93] [Going. Capell.

[101] _I doubt_] _we doubt_ Rowe. _I doubt her_ Pope.

SCENE V. _A public road._

_Enter_ PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, _and_ Servants.

_Pet._ Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

_Kath._ The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.

_Pet._ I say it is the moon that shines so bright.

_Kath._ I know it is the sun that shines so bright. 5

_Pet._ Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

Or ere I journey to your father's house.

Go on, and fetch our horses back again.

Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! 10

_Hor._ Say as he says, or we shall never go.

_Kath._ Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:

An if you please to call it a rush-candle,

Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. 15

_Pet._ I say it is the moon.

_Kath._ I know it is the moon.

_Pet._ Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun.

_Kath._ Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;

And the moon changes even as your mind. 20

What you will have it named, even that it is;

And so it shall be so for Katharine.

_Hor._ Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

_Pet._ Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,

And not unluckily against the bias. 25

But, soft! company is coming here.

_Enter_ VINCENTIO.

[_To Vincentio_] Good morrow, gentle mistress: where away?

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,

Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?

Such war of white and red within her cheeks! 30

What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,

As those two eyes become that heavenly face?

Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.

Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.

_Hor._ A' will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. 35

_Kath._ Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,

Whither away, or where is thy abode?

Happy the parents of so fair a child;

Happier the man, whom favourable stars

Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! 40

_Pet._ Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;

And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

_Kath._ Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,

That have been so bedazzled with the sun, 45

That every thing I look on seemeth green:

Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;

Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

_Pet._ Do, good old grandsire; and withal make known

Which way thou travellest: if along with us, 50

We shall be joyful of thy company.

_Vin._ Fair sir, and you my merry mistress,

That with your strange encounter much amazed me,

My name is call'd Vincentio; my dwelling Pisa;

And bound I am to Padua; there to visit 55

A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

_Pet._ What is his name?

_Vin._ Lucentio, gentle sir.

_Pet._ Happily met; the happier for thy son.

And now by law, as well as reverend age,

I may entitle thee my loving father: 60

The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,

Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,

Nor be not grieved: she is of good esteem,

Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;

Beside, so qualified as may beseem 65

The spouse of any noble gentleman.

Let me embrace with old Vincentio,

And wander we to see thy honest son,

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

_Vin._ But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, 70

Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest

Upon the company you overtake?

_Hor._ I do assure thee, father, so it is.

_Pet._ Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;

For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. 75

[_Exeunt all but Hortensio._

_Hor._ Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart.

Have to my widow! and if she be froward,

Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [_Exit._

LINENOTES:

SCENE V.] Steevens. ACT V. SCENE V. Pope (ed. 1). SCENE VI.

Pope. (ed. 2). ACT V. SCENE VII. Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE XII. Warburton.

ACT V. SCENE I. Capell.

A public road.] Capell. The street before Lucentio's house. Pope. A

green lane. Theobald. The road to Padua. Hanmer.

... and Servants.] Edd. om. Ff Q.

[1] _i'_] Edd. _a_ Ff Q. _o'_ Theobald.

_toward_] F1 F2 F3. _towards_ Q F4. _tow'rds_ Pope.

[5] _shines_] _shine,_ Q1.

[7] _I list_] _I I list_ F2.

[9] _Go on_] _Go one_ Rann (Capell conj.).

[13] _you_] _your_ F2.

[14] _An_] Collier. _And_ Ff Q.

[16] _I know it is the moon._] _I know it is._ Steevens.

[18] _is_] _in_ F1.

[22] _so it shall be so_] _so it shall be, sir,_ Capell. _so it shall

be still_ Singer (Ritson conj.). _so it shall be 'sol'_ Becket conj.

[24] _should_] _shall_ Harness.

[26] _company_] _some company_ Pope. _what company_ Steevens (Ritson

conj.).

ACT V. SCENE VI. Pope. ACT V. SCENE VIII. Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE XIII.

Warburton.

Enter V.] Enter V. journeying. Capell. Enter V. in a travelling dress.

Malone.

[27] [To Vincentio] Rowe.

_where_] _whither_ Capell.

[31, 32] _do ... such ... those two_] _so ... their ... do those_

Seymour conj.

[35] _A'_] _A_ Ff Q. _He_ Rowe.

_a woman_] F2 F3 F4. _the woman_ F1 Q.

[37] _Whither ... where_] F2 F3 F4. _Whether ... whether_ F1 Q.

[39] _whom_] _whose_ Capell conj.

[40] _Allot_] Pope. _A lots_ F1. _Alots_ Q F2 F3. _Allots_ F4.

[44] _mistaking_] _mistaken_ Rowe.

[49] _withal_] _withall_ Ff. _with all_ Q.

[52] _mistress_] _mistress too_ Hanmer. _mistress here_ Capell.

[54] _name is call'd Vincentio_] _name's Vincentio call'd_ Anon conj.

_my dwelling_] _dwelling_ Hanmer.

[66] _gentleman_] _gentlewoman_ Q.

[67] _with_] _thee,_ Capell conj.

[70] _is it else_] _else is it_ Anon. conj.

[75] Exeunt...] Exeunt. Ff Q.

[76] _Well, Petruchio,_] _Petruchio, well!_ Hanmer. _Well, sir

Petruchio_ Capell. _Well done, Petruchio_ Anon conj.

_has_] _hath_ Hanmer.

[77] _be_] F2 F3 F4. om. F1 Q.

[78] _to be_] _be_ Capell.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _Padua._ _Before_ LUCENTIO'S _house._

GREMIO _discovered._ _Enter behind_ BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, _and_ BIANCA.

_Bion._ Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

_Luc._ I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need

thee at home; therefore leave us.

_Bion._ Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and

then come back to my master's as soon as I can. 5

[_Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello._

_Gre._ I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

_Enter_ PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, GRUMIO, _with_ Attendants.

_Pet._ Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house:

My father's bears more toward the market-place;

Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

_Vin._ You shall not choose but drink before you go: 10

I think I shall command your welcome here,

And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. [_Knocks._

_Gre._ They're busy within; you were best knock louder.

Pedant _looks out of the window_.

_Ped._ What's he that knocks as he would beat down

the gate? 15

_Vin._ Is Signior Lucentio within, sir?

_Ped._ He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.

_Vin._ What if a man bring him a hundred pound or

two, to make merry withal?

_Ped._ Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall 20

need none, so long as I live.

_Pet._ Nay, I told you your son was well beloved in

Padua. Do you hear, sir?--to leave frivolous circumstances,--I

pray you, tell Signior Lucentio, that his father is

come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. 25

_Ped._ Thou liest: his father is come from Padua, and

here looking out at the window.

_Vin._ Art thou his father?

_Ped._ Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

_Pet._ [_To Vincentio_] Why, how now, gentleman! why, 30

this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

_Ped._ Lay hands on the villain: I believe a' means to

cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.

_Re-enter_ BIONDELLO.

_Bion._ I have seen them in the church together: God

send 'em good shipping! But who is here? mine old 35

master Vincentio! now we are undone, and brought to

nothing.

_Vin._ [_Seeing Biondello_] Come hither, crack-hemp.

_Bion._ I hope I may choose, sir.

_Vin._ Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot 40

me?

_Bion._ Forgot you! no, sir: I could not forget you, for

l never saw you before in all my life.

_Vin._ What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see

thy master's father, Vincentio? 45

_Bion._ What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry,

sir: see where he looks out of the window.

_Vin._ Is't so, indeed? [_Beats Biondello._

_Bion._ Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. 50

[_Exit._

_Ped._ Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!

[_Exit from above._

_Pet._ Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this

controversy. [_They retire._

_Re-enter_ Pedant _below_; TRANIO, BAPTISTA, _and_ Servants.

_Tra._ Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?

_Vin._ What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir? O immortal 55

gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet

hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! O, I am undone!

I am undone! while I play the good husband at

home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

_Tra._ How now! what's the matter? 60

_Bap._ What, is the man lunatic?

_Tra._ Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your

habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir,

what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my

good father, I am able to maintain it. 65

_Vin._ Thy father! O villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo.

_Bap._ You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Pray, what

do you think is his name?

_Vin._ His name! as if I knew not his name: I have 70

brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his

name is Tranio.

_Ped._ Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio;

and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior

Vincentio. 75

_Vin._ Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!

Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the Duke's name. O,

my son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son

Lucentio?

_Tra._ Call forth an officer. 80

_Enter one with an_ Officer.

Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista, I

charge you see that he be forthcoming.

_Vin._ Carry me to the gaol!

_Gre._ Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison.

_Bap._ Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to 85

prison.

_Gre._ Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catched

in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.

_Ped._ Swear, if thou darest. 90

_Gre._ Nay, I dare not swear it.

_Tra._ Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio.

_Gre._ Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

_Bap._ Away with the dotard! to the gaol with him!

_Vin._ Thus strangers may be haled and abused: 95

O monstrous villain!

_Re-enter_ BIONDELLO, _with_ LUCENTIO _and_ BIANCA.

_Bion._ O, we are spoiled! and--yonder he is: deny him,

forswear him, or else we are all undone.

_Luc._ Pardon, sweet father. [_Kneeling._

_Vin._ Lives my sweet son?

[_Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, as fast as may be._

_Bian._ Pardon, dear father.

_Bap._ How hast thou offended? 100

Where is Lucentio?

_Luc._ Here's Lucentio,

Right son to the right Vincentio;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

_Gre._ Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! 105

_Vin._ Where is that damned villain Tranio,

That faced and braved me in this matter so?

_Bap._ Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

_Bian._ Cambio is changed into Lucentio.

_Luc._ Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love 110

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

While he did bear my countenance in the town

And happily I have arrived at the last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss.

What Tranio did, myself enforced him to; 115

Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

_Vin._ I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent

me to the gaol.

_Bap._ But do you hear, sir? have you married my

daughter without asking my good will? 120

_Vin._ Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to:

but I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [_Exit._

_Bap._ And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [_Exit._

_Luc._ Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.

[_Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca._

_Gre._ My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest; 125

Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [_Exit._

_Kath._ Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

_Pet._ First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

_Kath._ What, in the midst of the street?

_Pet._ What, art thou ashamed of me? 130

_Kath._ No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.

_Pet._ Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.

_Kath._ Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.

_Pet._ Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:

Better once than never, for never too late. [_Exeunt._ 135

LINENOTES:

[ACT V. Theobald. SCENE I.] Warburton. ACT V. SCENE VII.

Pope. ACT V. SCENE IX. Hanmer. ACT V. SCENE II. Capell.

Before L's house] Pope. Before Tranio's house. Capell.

Gremio....] Edd. Enter Bion. Luc. and Bianca, Gremio is out before. Ff

Q. Enter B. L. and B., Gremio walking on one side. Rowe. Enter Bion.

with Luc. and Bian., hastily; Gremio is seen ent'ring, behind.

Capell.]

[4] _o'_] Rowe (ed. 2). _a_ Ff Q.

[5] _master's_] Capell. _mistris_ Ff Q. _master_ Theobald. _business_

Hanmer.

Exeunt ...] Rowe. Exit. Ff Q (after line 3).

[8] _toward_] _towards_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[13] [Knocks.] Knock. Ff Q. Noise within. Knocks. Capell.

[21] _so_] F1 Q F2. _as_ F3 F4.

[22] _well_] om. Q.

[26] _from Padua_] Ff Q. _to Padua_ Pope. _from--Mantua_ [aside]

Capell. _from Pisa_ Malone (Tyrwhitt conj.). See note (XXII).

[27] _out at_] _out of_ Q.

[30] [To Vincentio] Capell.

[32] _a'_] _a_ F1 Q F2. _he_ F3 F4.

[34] SCENE VIII. Pope. SCENE X. Hanmer. SCENE II. Warburton.

[35] [drawing backward. Capell.

[36] _brought_] _brough_ F1.

[37] [Seeing Biondello.] Rowe.

[45] _master's_] F2 F3 F4. _mistris_ F1 Q.

[46] _my old worshipful_] _my worshipfull_ Q.

[48] [Beats B.] He beates B. Ff Q.

[50] [Exit.] Exit, crying out. Capell om. Ff Q.

[51] [Exit....] Capell. om. Ff Q.

[53] [They retire.] Theobald.

Re-enter....] Capell. Enter Pedant with servants, Baptista, Tranio. Ff Q.

[59] _servant_] _servants_ Rowe.

[60] _matter?_] _matter now?_ Capell.

[61] _the man_] _this man_ Rowe.

[64] _'cerns_] Collier, _cernes_ F1 Q. _concerns_ F2 F3 F4.

[72] _Tranio_] F2 F3 F4. _Tronio_ F1 Q.

[80] Enter one with an Officer.] Capell. om. Ff Q.

[81, 83, 94, 118] _gaol_] _Iaile_ F1 Q F2. _Jayle_ F3. _Goal_ F4.

[83] _the gaol_] _goal_ Rowe (ed. 1). _jail_ Id. (ed. 2).

[94] _to the_] _to_ Rowe (ed. 1).

[95] _haled_] _haild_ F1 Q F2. _hal'd_ F3 F4. _handled_ Collier MS.

[96] _villain_] F3 F4. _villaine_ F1 Q F2. _villany_ Dyce conj.

[97] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff Q (after line 94). Enter Luc. and

Bianca. Rowe.

_and--_] Capell. _and_ Ff Q.

[98] _undone_] _done_ F2.

[99] SCENE IX. Pope. SCENE XI. Hanmer. SCENE III. Warburton.

[Kneeling.] Kneele. F1 Q.

[Exeunt....] Exit.... Ff Q (after line 95).

[100] [Kneels to Bap. Capell.

[100-102] _Pardon ... Vincentio_] Arranged as in Capell: as prose in

Ff Q.

[102] _Right son to_] Ff Q. _Right son unto_ Capell. _The right son

to_ Anon. conj.

[104] _supposes_] _supposers_ Rowe (ed. 2).

_eyne_] _eyes_ Pope.

[105] _all_] om. Hanmer.

[106] _damned_] _damn'd_ Rowe.

[111] _exchange_] _exchangr_ F2.

[113] _arrived at the_] F1 Q. _arriv'd at_ F2 F3 F4.

[122] _for this villany_] _for this villanie_ F1 Q. _for this

villaine_ F2. _on this vallain_ F3 F4. _on this vallain_ Rowe (ed.

1).

[124] [Exeunt L. and B.] Capell. [Exeunt. Ff Q.

[126] [Exit.] Rowe.

[127] P. and C. advancing. Theobald.

[131] _No_] _Mo_ F1.

[133] _pray thee_] _pray_ Q.

[135] _once_] _late_ Hanmer. _at once_ Anon. conj.

_never_] _never's_ Anon. conj. See note (XIX).

SCENE II. _Padua._ LUCENTIO'S _house._

_Enter_ BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, _the_ Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA,

PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, _and_ Widow, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, _and_

GRUMIO: _the Serving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet._

_Luc_. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,

To smile at scapes and perils overblown.

My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

While I with self-same kindness welcome thine. 5

Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,

And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,

Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:

My banquet is to close our stomachs up,

After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down; 10

For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

_Pet._ Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!

_Bap._ Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.

_Pet._ Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

_Hor._ For both our sakes, I would that word were true. 15

_Pet._ Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.

_Wid._ Then never trust me, if I be afeard.

_Pet._ You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:

I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

_Wid._ He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. 20

_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. 25

_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,

Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:

And now you know my meaning. 30

_Kath._ A very mean meaning.

_Wid._ Right, I mean you.

_Kath._ And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.

_Pet._ To her, Kate!

_Hor._ To her, widow!

_Pet._ A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. 35

_Hor._ That's my office.

_Pet._ Spoke like an officer: ha' to thee, lad.

[_Drinks to Hortensio._

_Bap._ How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?

_Gre._ Believe me, sir, they butt together well.

_Bian._ Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body 40

Would say your head and butt were head and horn.

_Vin._ Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?

_Bian._ Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.

_Pet._ Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two! 45

_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; 50

Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.

_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: 55

'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; 60

And, as the jest did glance away from me,

'Tis ten to one 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 no: and therefore for assurance 65

Let's each one send unto his wife;

And he whose wife is most obedient

To come at first when he doth send for her,

Shall win the wager which we will propose.

_Hor._ Content. What is the wager?

_Luc._ Twenty crowns. 70

_Pet._ Twenty crowns!

I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,

But twenty times so much upon my wife.

_Luc._ A hundred then.

_Hor._ Content.

_Pet._ A match! 'tis done.

_Hor._ Who shall begin?

_Luc._ That will I. 75

Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

_Bion._ I go. [_Exit._

_Bap._ Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.

_Luc._ I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

_Re-enter_ BIONDELLO.

How now! what news?

_Bion._ Sir, my mistress sends you word 80

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. 85

_Hor._ Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife

To come to me forthwith. [_Exit Biondello._

_Pet._ O, ho! entreat her!

Nay, then she must needs come.

_Hor._ I am afraid, sir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

_Re-enter_ BIONDELLO.

Now, where's my wife? 90

_Bion._ She says you have some goodly jest in hand:

She will not come; she bids you come to her.

_Pet._ Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,

Intolerable, not to be endured!

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; 95

Say, I command her come to me. [_Exit Grumio._

_Hor._ I know her answer.

_Pet._ What?

_Hor._ She will not.

_Pet._ The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

_Bap._ Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!

_Re-enter_ KATHARINA.

_Kath._ What is your will, sir, that you send for me? 100

_Pet._ 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 come,

Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:

Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. 105

[_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;

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy? 110

_Bap._ Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!

The wager thou hast won; and I will add

Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;

Another dowry to another daughter,

For she is changed, as she had never been. 115

_Pet._ Nay, I will win my wager better yet,

And show more sign of her obedience,

Her new-built virtue and obedience.

See where she comes and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. 120

_Re-enter_ KATHARINA, _with_ BIANCA _and_ WIDOW.

Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not:

Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.

_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? 125

_Luc._ I would your duty were as foolish too:

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.

_Bian._ The more fool you, for laying on my duty.

_Pet._ Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women 130

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. 135

_Kath._ Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:

It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,

Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, 140

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. 145

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,

And for thy maintenance commits his body

To painful labour both by sea and land,

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, 150

Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands

But love, fair looks and true obedience;

Too little payment for so great a debt.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince 155

Even such a woman oweth to her husband;

And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,

And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel,

And graceless traitor to her loving lord? 160

I am ashamed that women are so simple

To offer war where they should kneel for peace;

Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,

When they are bound to serve, love and obey.

Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, 165

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts?

Come, come, you froward and unable worms!

My mind hath been as big as one of yours, 170

My heart as great, my reason haply more,

To bandy word for word and frown for frown;

But now I see our lances are but straws,

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,

That seeming to be most which we indeed least are. 175

Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,

And place your hands below your husband's foot:

In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

_Pet._ Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. 180

_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 froward.

_Pet._ Come, Kate, we'll to bed.

We three are married, but you two are sped. 185

'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;

[_To Lucentio._

And, being a winner, God give you good night!

[_Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina._

_Hor._ Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

_Luc._ 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.

[_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] Steevens. Actus Quintus. F1 Q F2 F3. Scene

Quarta. F4. ACT V. SCENE I. Rowe. SCENE IV. Warburton. SCENE III.

Capell.

... Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio...] om. Ff Q. Enter ... Tranio's

servants bringing in a banquet. Rowe. Musick. A banquet set out. Enter

... Tranio, Grumio, Biondello and others, attending. Capell.

[1-62] _At last ... outright_] Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.

[2] _done_] Rowe. _come_ Ff Q. _calm_ Malone conj. _gone_ Collier

(Collier MS.).

[6] _Katharina_] _Katharine_ Rowe.

[8] _best_] _rest_ Anon conj.

[9] _banquet_] F3 F4. _banket_ F1 Q F2.

[11] [Company sit to table. Capell.

[14] _nothing_] _no thing_ S. Walker conj.

[17] Wid.] F1 Q. Hor. F2 F3 F4.

[18] _very_] om. Steevens.

_and yet_] _yet_ Anon conj.

[22-37] _Thus I ... lad_] Verses differently arranged in Capell.

[23] _Conceives_] _Conceive_ Capell.

[27] _meant_] _mean_ Anon conj.

[35] _does_] F1 Q. _doe_ F2. _do_ F3 F4.

[37] _ha' to thee, lad_] _ha to the lad_ F1. _ha to thee lad_ Q F2 F3

F4. _here's to thee, lad_ Collier MS.

[38] _How likes_] _And how likes_ Capell. _How liketh_ Anon. conj.

[39] _they_] _they'ld_ Anon conj.

_butt together well_] _butt heads together well_ Rowe (ed. 2). _but

heads well together_ Capell.

[40] _Head_] _How! head_ Capell.

[45] _bitter_] Capell (Theobald conj.). _better_ Ff Q.

_two_] F3 F4. _too_ F1 Q F2.

[47] _your_] _my_ Q.

[Rising. Capell.

[48] [Exeunt B., K., and Widow.] Exit ... Rowe. [Exit B. Ff Q.

[Exit. Cat. and Wid. follow. Capell.

[49] [Filling. Capell.

[50] _her_] _it_ Rowe.

[51] [Drinks. Capell.

[57] _O ho_] Capell. _Oh, Oh_ Ff Q.

[60] _A' has_] _A has_ Ff Q. He has Rowe.

[62] _two_] Rowe. _too_ Ff Q.

[63] SCENE X. Pope. SCENE XII. Hanmer.

[65] _therefore for_] F2 F3 F4. _therefore sir_ F1. _therefore sir_,

Q.

_for assurance_] _sir, as surance_ Staunton conj.

[66-69] _Let's ...wager_] Printed by Pope as three lines ending _he

... first ... wager._

[66] _Let's_] _Please you, let's_ Capell.

_wife_] _several wife_ Collier MS.

[68] _at first_] _first_ Pope.

[69] _which we will propose_] omitted by Pope.

[70] _What is the_] Steevens. _what's the_ Ff Q. _what_ Pope. _the_

Capell.

[72] _of_] _on_ Rowe.

[75] _begin?_] _begin, Lucentio?_ Anon. conj.

_That will I._] _That will I.--Here, where are you?_ Capell.

[78] _I'll_] _Ile_ F1 Q F2. _I'le_ F3 F4. _I will_ Capell.

_your half_] Ff (_your_ F4). _you halfe_ Q.

[80] _Sir_] om. S. Walker conj.

[81, 82] _she cannot_] _cannot_ F3 F4.

[82-88] _How! ... come_] Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[82] _she is_] Capell. _she's_ Ff Q.

[85] _better_] _a better_ S. Walker conj.

[88] _must needs_] _needs must_ Steevens.

[93, 94] _Worse ... endured_] As two lines in Ff Q, ending _come ...

indur'd._

[95] _Sirrah_] _Here, sirrah_ Capell.

[96] _come_] _to come_ F3 F4.

[97] _She_] _That she_ Capell.

_not_] _not come_ Steevens.

[98] _there_] _there's_ Rowe.

[99] _Katharina_] _Katharine_ Rowe.

Re-enter K.] Enter K. Ff Q (after line 98).

[105] _them_] _then_ F2.

[106] _of a wonder_] _of wonder_ S. Walker conj.

[109] _An awful_] _And awful_ Rowe (ed. 2). _And lawful_ Rawlinson

conj.

[117] _her obedience_] _her submission_ S. Walker conj.

[118] _and obedience_] _of obedience_ Capell. _and her gentleness_ or

_and her patience_ Edd. conj.

[120] Re-enter K. with B. and Widow] Enter Kate, B. and Widdow. Ff Q

(after line 118).

[122] [She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Rowe.

[128] _Hath cost me an_] Rowe. _Hath cost me five_ Ff Q. _Cost me an_

Pope. _Cost me a_ Capell. _Hath cost one_ Singer (ed. 1). _Cost me

one_ Collier MS.

[130, 131] _Katharine ... husbands_] Printed as prose in Ff Q; as

verse by Rowe (ed. 2).

[131] _do owe_] _owe to_ F3 F4.

[132] _you're_] F3 F4. _your_ F1 Q F2.

[133] _begin with her_] _begin--_ Capell, ending the verse with _shall

not._

[136] _threatening_] _thretaning_ F1. _threating_ F2.

[139] _do bite_] F1 Q. _bite_ F2 F3 F4.

[140] _fame_] _frame_ Grey conj.

[145] _one_] _a_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[157] _she is_] _she's_ Pope.

[169] _you_] Ff Q. _you'ar_ Rowe (ed. 1). _you're_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[171] _as_] F1 Q. _is_ F2 F3 F4.

[174] _as_] _is_ Rowe.

[175] _to be_] om. Collier MS. _indeed_] om. Steevens.

[176-189] _Then vail ... tamed so_] Put in the margin as spurious by

Pope. See note (XXIII).

[181] Luc.] Bap. Capell conj.

[185] _three_] _two_ Rowe.

[186] _won_] _one_ Capell (corrected in note).

[To Lucentio.] Malone.

[187] [... and Katharina] ... and Kath. Rowe.

[189] _be_] om. Q.

NOTES.

NOTE I.

IND. The Folios and the Quarto have here _Actus Primus_. _Scæna Prima_,

making no separation between the play and the Induction. The play is

divided into Acts, but not into Scenes. The second Act, however, is not

marked in any of the old copies. The arrangement which we have followed

is that of Steevens, which all subsequent editors have adopted, and

which is therefore the most convenient for purposes of reference.

NOTE II.

IND. 1. 7. The phrase 'Go by, Jeronimy,' quoted from Kyd's 'Spanish

Tragedy,' was used in popular 'slang,' derisively. It occurs frequently

in the dramatic literature of the time, for example, in Beaumont and

Fletcher's _Captain_, Act III. Sc. 5. The 'S' of the Folios may have

been derived from a note of exclamation in the MS., written, as it is

usually printed, like a note of interrogation.

NOTE III.

IND. 1. 62. Mr Lettsom's suggestion that a line has been lost between 61

and 62 seems the most probable solution of the difficulties presented by

this passage in its present form.

NOTE IV.

IND. 1. 86. 'Sincklo,' the stage direction of the first Folio, was the

name of an actor in Shakespeare's company, not mentioned in the list of

'Principall Actors' at the beginning of the first Folio. He was one of

the actors in the Second Part of _Henry IV._, as appears from the 4to.

edition of that play, published in 1600, where the stage direction to

Act V. Scene 4 is, "Enter Sincklo and three or foure officers," and the

part taken by Sincklo is that usually assigned to the 'Officer.' In the

Third Part of _Henry VI._ Act III. Scene 1, the stage direction in the

first Folio is, 'Enter Sinklo, and Humfrey, with crosse-bowes in their

hands.' Sinklo also appears as an actor in the Induction to Marston's

play of _The Malcontent_. In the present play he probably took the part

of Lucentio.

In III. 1. 80, '_Nicke._' is supposed by Steevens to mean Nicholas

Tooley, who at a later period became one of the 'Principall Actors.'

NOTE V.

IND. 1. 99. Pope inserts here the following speech from the old play:

'_2 Player_ [_to the other_]. Go get a dishclout to make clean your

shoes, and I'll speak for the properties. [_Exit Player._] My lord, we

must have a shoulder of mutton for a property, and a little vinegar to

make our devil roar.'

This insertion is repeated by all subsequent editors, till Capell struck

it out of the text and Steevens placed it in a note.

NOTE VI.

IND. 2. 96. The following speeches are here inserted by Pope from the

same source:

'_Sly._ By th' mass I think I am a lord indeed.

What's thy name?

_Man._ Simon, an't please your honour.

_Sly._ Sim? that's as much as to say Simeon or Simon; put forth thy hand

and fill the pot.'

Capell was the first to strike it out of the text.

NOTE VII.

IND. 2. 110. Pope prefixed to Sly's speech the following words from the

old play, without giving any indication that they were not

Shakespeare's: 'Come sit down on my knee. Sim, drink to her.' They are

repeated in all subsequent editions, till Capell restored the true text.

After line 115, Pope again added, 'Sim, drink to her.'

NOTE VIII.

I. 1. 32. The old play (Q) after the Induction, commences thus:

'_Polidor._ Welcome to Athens, my beloved friend, To Plato's school and

Aristotle's walks....'

but this affords us no hint as to the true reading of the passage in

question, whether 'checks' or 'ethics.' When Mr Halliwell conjectured

that we should read 'works' for 'walks,' he had not observed that the

allusion was to the gardens of the Lyceum, the favourite haunt of the

Peripatetics.

NOTE IX.

I. 1. 57. We have often observed that as in this line and in III. 1. 4,

and Ind. 2. 110, the metre may be completed by pronouncing the name of

the speaker at the beginning. This is one indication among many, of the

haste with which parts of Shakespeare's plays were thrown off.

NOTE X.

I. 2. 145. Considering the carelessness with which a plural

demonstrative pronoun was used with reference to a singular noun and

_vice versa_, we have not altered the reading of the old editions in

order to accommodate the construction to modern rule. See note (IV) to

_Love's Labour's Lost_.

NOTE XI.

I. 2. 259. The misprint in Rowe's second edition remained uncorrected by

Pope, Theobald, Hanmer, Warburton, and Johnson. Capell in correcting the

error made another by writing 'her' for 'the.' He printed his edition

not from any former text, but from a manuscript of his own writing.

Another instance of the facility with which a misprint which makes sense

escapes correction is found in II. 1. 4, where 'put,' a misprint for

'pull' in the Variorum of 1821, was retained by many subsequent editors,

Mr Collier, Mr Singer, &c.

NOTE XII.

I. 2. 278. Mr Grant White believes the whole of the foregoing scene to

be by some other hand than Shakespeare's. Coleridge and Sidney Walker

also held that large portions of the play were not from the master's

hand. It appears to us impossible to discriminate, as in _Henry the

Eighth_ and _The Two Noble Kinsmen_, what parts were due to Shakespeare

and what to another hand. The feeblest scenes of this play seem to have

been touched by him. The probability is that he worked, in this case,

not with, but after, another.

NOTE XIII.

II. 1. 403. Pope inserts from the old play:

'[_Sly speaks to one of the servants._

_Sly._ Sim, when will the fool come again?

_Sim._ Anon, my lord.

_Sly._ Give's some more drink here--where's the tapster? here Sim, eat

some of these things.

_Sim._ So I do, my lord.

_Sly._ Here Sim, I drink to thee.'

These lines were repeated by all subsequent editors down to Capell, who

inserted them at a different place. See note (XVI).

NOTE XIV.

III. 2. 63. Mr Collier says that the Quarto reads 'the humor _or_ fourty

fancies...' If so, his copy differs from ours, which reads 'the humor

_of_ fourty fancies...'

NOTE XV.

III. 2. 81-84. It is not always clear from the way in which Capell's

text is printed whether he meant a passage where there is a rapid change

of speakers to be read as prose or verse. In the Edition before us, this

is always explained by certain conventional symbols inserted with his

own hand in red ink. This he probably did with a view to a second

edition, which he never lived to bring out. 'Tulit alter honores.'

NOTE XVI.

III. 2. 245. Capell here inserted the lines which Pope put after II. 1.

403. See note (XIII).

NOTE XVII.

IV. 1. 124. Theobald first printed 'Where is the life that late I led?'

as part of a song. He printed also the following words, 'Where are

those--' in italics, as if they were a continuation of the song. He was

followed by Hanmer, Warburton, and Johnson, but not by Capell. As the

song is lost, the question must remain doubtful.

NOTE XVIII.

IV. 2. Pope made a bold transposition, and placed here the scene which

in our Edition stands as the third scene of the fourth Act, beginning:

'_Gra._ No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life,'

and ending:

'_Hor._ Why so this gallant will command the sun.'

The scene thus in Pope's edition counted as the 4th, 5th, and 6th scenes

of Act IV.

Our Scene 2 of Act IV. is in Pope's edition Scenes 1 and 2 of Act V.

Theobald restored the old arrangement, which, as he proves in a note, is

indisputably the right one.

NOTE XIX.

IV. 2. 120. Hanmer inserts from the old play the following lines, which

are placed by Pope after IV. 3. 192, and by Capell after V. 1. 132.

'_Lord._ Who's within there?

[_Sly sleeps._

_Enter_ Servants.

Asleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel

again. But see you wake him not in any case.

_Serv._ It shall be done, my lord: come help to bear him hence.

[_They carry off Sly._'

NOTE XX.

IV. 4. 62. There is evidently some mistake here. On the whole it seems

better to change 'Cambio' to 'Biondello' in line 62, than '_Bion._' to

'Luc.' in line 66. The supposed Cambio was not acting as Baptista's

servant, and, moreover, had he been sent on such an errand he would have

'flown on the wings of love' to perform it. We must suppose that

Biondello apparently makes his exit, but really waits till the stage is

clear for an interview with his disguised master. The line 67 is as

suitable to the faithful servant as to the master himself.

NOTE XXI.

IV. 4. 70. Mr Dyce says that in some copies of the first Folio the 'l'

in welcome is scarcely visible. It was from one of these copies,

doubtless, that the later Folios were printed. The 'l' is clear enough

in Capell's copy of F1.

NOTE XXII.

V. 1. 26. We have retained 'from Padua,' which is the reading of the old

Edition, and probably right. The Pedant has been staying some time at

Padua, and that is all he means when he contradicts the newly arrived

traveller from Pisa.

NOTE XXIII.

V. 2. 176-189. The following speeches are added by Pope from the old

play, and remained as part of the text till Capell's time:

'_Enter two Servants bearing_ Sly _in his own apparel, and leave him on

the stage. Then enter a_ Tapster.

_Sly awaking._] Sim, give's some more wine--what, all the Players gone?

am not I a lord?

_Tap._ A lord with a murrain! Come, art thou drunk still?

_Sly._ Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever

thou heardst in all thy life.

_Tap._ Yea marry, but thou hadst best get thee home, for your wife will

course you for dreaming here all night.

_Sly._ Will she? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all this

night, and thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But

I'll to my wife, and tame her too, if she anger me.'

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[5].

KING OF FRANCE.

DUKE OF FLORENCE.

BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon[6].

LAFEU[7], an old lord.

PAROLLES[8], a follower of Bertram.

Steward, }

} servants to the Countess of Rousillon.

LAVACHE, a Clown }

A Page.

COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, mother to Bertram.

HELENA, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess.

An old Widow of Florence.

DIANA, daughter to the Widow.

VIOLENTA, }

} neighbours and friends to the Widow.

MARIANA, }

Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine.

SCENE: _Rousillon_; _Paris_; _Florence_; _Marseilles_.

FOOTNOTES:

[5] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ] First given by Rowe. See note (I).

[6] _Rousillon_] Pope. _Rossilion._ Rowe. _Rosillion_ Capell.

[7] LAFEU] LEFEU Steevens conj.

[8] PAROLLES] PAROLES Steevens conj.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

ACT I.

SCENE I. _Rousillon._ _The_ Count's _palace_.

_Enter_ BERTRAM, _the_ COUNTESS of ROUSILLON, HELENA, _and_ LAFEU,

_all in black_.

_Count._ In delivering my son from me, I bury a second

husband.

_Ber._ And I in going, madam, weep o'er my father's

death anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to

whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection. 5

_Laf._ You shall find of the king a husband, madam;

you, sir, a father: he that so generally is at all times good,

must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness

would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where

there is such abundance. 10

_Count._ What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

_Laf._ He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under

whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and

finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing

of hope by time. 15

_Count._ This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that

'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as

great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have

made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack

of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I 20

think it would be the death of the king's disease.

_Laf._ How called you the man you speak of, madam?

_Count._ He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was

his great right to be so,--Gerard de Narbon.

_Laf._ He was excellent indeed madam: the king very 25

lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly: he was

skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set

up against mortality.

_Ber._ What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?

_Laf._ A fistula, my lord. 30

_Ber._ I heard not of it before.

_Laf._ I would it were not notorious. Was this gentlewoman

the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

_Count._ His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my

overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education 35

promises; her dispositions she inherits, which makes

fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous

qualities, there commendations go with pity; they are virtues

and traitors too: in her they are the better for their simpleness;

she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness. 40

_Laf._ Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.

_Count._ 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise

in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her

heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from

her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest 45

it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to have--

_Hel._ I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.

_Laf._ Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead;

excessive grief the enemy to the living.

_Count._ If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess 50

makes it soon mortal.

_Ber._ Madam, I desire your holy wishes.

_Laf._ How understand we that?

_Count._ Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father

In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue 55

Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness

Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,

Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy

Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend

Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, 60

But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will,

That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,

Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;

'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,

Advise him.

_Laf._ He cannot want the best 65

That shall attend his love.

_Count._ Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram. [_Exit._

_Ber._ [_To Helena_] The best wishes that can be forged in

your thoughts be servants to you! Be comfortable to my

mother, your mistress, and make much of her. 70

_Laf._ Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit

of your father. [_Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu._

_Hel._ O, were that all! I think not on my father;

And these great tears grace his remembrance more

Than those I shed for him. What was he like? 75

I have forgot him: my imagination

Carries no favour in 't but Bertram's.

I am undone: there is no living, none,

If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one

That I should love a bright particular star 80

And think to wed it, he is so above me:

In his bright radiance and collateral light

Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:

The hind that would be mated by the lion 85

Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,

To see him every hour; to sit and draw

His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,

In our heart's table; heart too capable

Of every line and trick of his sweet favour: 90

But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy

Must sanctify his reliques. Who comes here?

_Enter_ PAROLLES.

[_Aside_] One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;

And yet I know him a notorious liar,

Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; 95

Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

That they take place, when virtue's steely bones

Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see

Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.

_Par._ Save you, fair queen! 100

_Hel._ And you, monarch!

_Par._ No.

_Hel._ And no.

_Par._ Are you meditating on virginity?

_Hel._ Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let 105

me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how

may we barricado it against him?

_Par._ Keep him out.

_Hel._ But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant,

in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike 110

resistance.

_Par._ There is none: man, sitting down before you, will

undermine you and blow you up.

_Hel._ Bless our poor virginity from underminers and

blowers up! Is there no military policy, how virgins 115

might blow up men?

_Par._ Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier

be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the

breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not

politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. 120

Loss of virginity is rational increase and there was never

virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made

of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by being once lost

may be ten times found; by being ever kept, it is ever lost:

'tis too cold a companion; away with 't! 125

_Hel._ I will stand for 't a little, though therefore I die a

virgin.

_Par._ There's little can be said in 't; 'tis against the rule

of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse

your mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He 130

that hangs himself is a virgin: virginity murders itself; and

should be buried in highways out of all sanctified limit, as a

desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites,

much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and

so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is 135

peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited

sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose

but lose by 't: out with 't! within ten year it will make

itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal

itself not much the worse: away with 't! 140

_Hel._ How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?

_Par._ Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it

likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the

longer kept, the less worth: off with 't while 'tis vendible;

answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, 145

wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable:

just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not now.

Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in

your cheek: and your virginity, your old virginity, is like

one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; 150

marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry,

yet 'tis a withered pear: will you any thing with it?

_Hel._ Not my virginity yet....

There shall your master have a thousand loves,

A mother and a mistress and a friend, 155

A poenix, captain and an enemy,

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,

A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;

His humble ambition, proud humility,

His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet, 160

His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world

Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he--

I know not what he shall. God send him well!

The court's a learning place, and he is one-- 165

_Par._ What one, i' faith?

_Hel._ That I wish well. 'Tis pity--

_Par._ What's pity?

_Hel._ That wishing well had not a body in't,

Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born, 170

Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,

Might with effects of them follow our friends,

And show what we alone must think, which never

Returns us thanks.

_Enter_ Page.

_Page._ Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. [_Exit._ 175

_Par._ Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I

will think of thee at court.

_Hel._ Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable

star.

_Par._ Under Mars, I. 180

_Hel._ I especially think, under Mars.

_Par._ Why under Mars?

_Hel._ The wars have so kept you under, that you must

needs be born under Mars.

_Par._ When he was predominant. 185

_Hel._ When he was retrograde, I think, rather.

_Par._ Why think you so?

_Hel._ You go so much backward when you fight.

_Par._ That's for advantage.

_Hel._ So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: 190

but the composition that your valour and fear makes in you

is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.

_Par._ I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee

acutely. I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my

instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be 195

capable of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice

shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness,

and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When

thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none,

remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use 200

him as he uses thee: so, farewell. [_Exit._

_Hel._ Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,

Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky

Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull

Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull. 205

What power is it which mounts my love so high;

That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

The mightiest space in fortune nature brings

To join like likes and kiss like native things.

Impossible be strange attempts to those 210

That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose

What hath been cannot be: who ever strove

To show her merit, that did miss her love?

The king's disease--my project may deceive me,

But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. [_Exit._ 215

LINENOTES:

ACT I. SCENE I.] Actus Primus. Scæna Prima. Ff.

Enter.... ] Enter yong Bertram, Count of Rossillion, his Mother, and

Helena, Lord Lafew, all in blacke. Ff.

[1] Count.] Mother. Ff, and afterwards Mo.

_delivering_] _delivering up_ Hanmer. _dissevering_ Warburton.

_son from me,_] _son, for me_ or _son, 'fore me_, Becket conj.

[3] _And I in going, madam_] F1. _And in going Madam_ F2 F3 F4. _And

in going, madam, I_ Rowe.

[9] _lack_] _slack_ Theobald (Warburton).

[13] _persecuted_] _prosecuted_ Hanmer.

[17] _passage_] _preface_ Hanmer. _presage_ Warburton. _pesage_ Becket

conj.

_was_] om. Collier (Collier MS.).

[18] _would_] _it would_ Rowe, _'t would_ Singer.

[19] _have_] _have had_ Hanmer.

_play_] _play'd_ Warburton.

[29, 31, 52] Ber.] Ros. Ff.

[35] _hopes of her good that her_] _good hopes of her that her_ or

_hopes of her that her good_ Anon. conj.

[36] _promises; her_] Rowe. _promises her_ Ff. _promises her;_ Pope.

_her dispositions_] _the honesty of her dispositions_ Staunton conj.

_dispositions_] _disposition_ Rowe.

[39] _their_] _her_ Hammer (Warburton).

[41] _from her tears_] _tears from her_ Pope.

[46] _it be rather thought you_] _you be rather thought to_ Hanmer.

_to have--_] Ff. _to have it._ Warburton. _have it._ Capell. _to

have._ Steevens.

[48] _lamentation_] F1. _lamentations_ F2 F3 F4.

[50] Count.] Hel. Tieck.

_be_] _be not_ Theobald (Warburton).

[52, 53] Ber. _Madam, ..._ Laf. _How_ ... ] Laf. _How ..._ Ber.

_Madam_, ... Theobald conj.

[63] _head_] F1. _hand_ F2 F3 F4.

_Farewell, my lord:_] _Farewell my Lord,_ Ff. _Farewel.--My lord

Lafeu,_ Capell. FAREWELL. MY LORD, Steevens.

[63-67] Hanmer ends the lines _'tis an ... advise him ... attend ...

Bertram._ S. Walker would end them _My lord Lafeu, ... my lord ...

that shall ... Bertram,_ reading _can't_ for _cannot_ in line 65.

[64] _Advise him._] _Advise him you._ Capell.

[65-87] Laf. _He cannot ... draw_] Omitted in F4.

[67] _Heaven_] _May heaven_ Hanmer.

[68] [To Helena] Rowe.

[71] _must hold_] _uphold_ Rann (Mason conj.).

[72] [Exeunt...] Rowe. om. Ff.

[73] SCENE II. Pope.

[75] _those I_] _they are_ Hanmer.

[77] _in't but Bertram's_] _in it but my Bertram's_ Pope. _in it, but

of Bertram_ Capell. _in 't but only Bertram's_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[79] _'Twere_] F1 F2 F3. _It were_ Pope.

[80] _particular_] F1 F2 F3. _partic'lar_ Pope.

[81] _me:_] Rowe. _me_ F1 F2 F3.

[84] _The_] _Th'_ F1 F2 F3.

[88] _brows_] _browes_ F1 F2. _arrows_ F3 F4.

[89] _our_] _my_ Collier MS.

[90] _trick_] _trait_ Becket conj.

[92] _reliques_] F1 F2. _relick_ F3 F4.

Enter Parolles.] Ff. Dyce transfers to line 99.

[93] [Aside] Edd.]

[95] _solely_] F3 F4. _solie_ F1 F2. _wholly_ Hanmer.

[97] _steely_] _seely_ Williams conj.

[98] _Look_] Rowe. _Lookes_ F1 F2. _Looks_ F3 F4.

_i'the_] _in the_ Pope.

_withal_] om. Pope.

[99] _Cold_] S. Walker conjectures that this is corrupt.

_folly_] F3 F4. _follie_ F1 F2.

[100] SCENE III. Pope.

_Save_] _'Save_ Hanmer.

[105] _stain_] _strain_ Halliwell conj.

[107] _barricado_] Rowe. _barracedo_ F1. _barrocado_ F2 F3 F4.

[107-109] _him?_ Par. _Keep him out._ Hel. _But_] _him to keep him

out? for_ Hanmer.

[109] _assails_] _assails us_ S. Walker conj.

[109, 110] _valiant, in the defence yet_] Ff. _valiant in the defence,

yet_ Steevens.

[110] _to us_] F1. _us_ F2 F3 F4.

[112] _sitting_] Johnson. _setting_ Ff.

[114] _Bless_] _'Bless_ Capell conj. MS.

[121] _rational_] _national_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.). _natural_ Anon.

ap. Halliwell conj.

[122] _got_] F2 F3 F4. _goe_ F1.

[130] _mothers_] _mother_ Rowe.

[130, 131] _He ... is_] _He ... is like_ Hanmer. _As he ... so is_

Warburton.

[135] _his_] _its_ Rowe. _on its_ Hanmer.

[137] _inhibited_] F1. _inhabited_ F2 F3 F4. _prohibited_ Pope.

[138, 139] _ten year ... ten,_] _ten years ... ten_ Hanmer. _ten yeare

... two_ F1. _ten yeares ... two_ F2 F3. _ten years ... two_ F4. _two

years ... two_ Collier, ed. 2 (Steevens conj.). _ten years ... twelve_

Tollet conj. _ten months ... two_ Singer (Malone conj.). _one year ...

two_ Grant White. _the year ... two_ Anon. conj.

[142, 143] _it likes_] _likes it_ S. Walker conj.

[143] _'Tis_] _And 'tis_ Hanmer.

[147] _wear_] Capell. _were_ Ff. _we wear_ Rowe.

[152] _yet_] _yes,_ Hanmer.

_will you_] _will you do_ Collier MS.

_with it?_] _with me?_ Johnson conj. _with us?_ Tyrwhitt conj. _with

it? I am now bound for the court._ Malone conj. _with it? We are for

the Court._ Staunton conj.

[153] _Not_] _Not with_ Collier MS.

_yet._] _yet. You're for the Court:_ Hanmer. See note (II).

[153, 154] _Not ... your_] _No!--my virginity! yet There shall its_

Jackson conj.

[154] _shall_] _should_ Steevens conj.

[155] _A mother_] _Another_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[156-163] _A phoenix ... shall he_] Put in brackets as spurious by

Warburton.

[156] _captain_] _captor_ Anon. conj.

[159] _humble_] F1. _humblest_ F2 F3 F4.

[162] _pretty_] _petty_ Harness.

_fond, adoptious_] _fond-adoptious_ S. Walker conj.

[163] _he--_] Rowe. _he:_ Ff.

[165] _learning place_] _learning-place_ Steevens.

_one--_] Rowe. _one._ Ff.

[167] _pity--_] Rowe. _pitty._ F1 F2 F3. _pity._ F4.

[168] Par. _What's pity?_] Omitted in Pope (ed. 2).

[170] _the_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[176] Exit.] Theobald.

[183] _wars have_] Pope. _warres hath_ F1 F2. _waters hath_ F3 F4.

_waters have_ Rowe.

[190] _So ... safety_] Printed as two lines in Ff, the first ending

_away_.

_the safety_] _safety_ F3 F4.

[191] _makes_] _make_ Hanmer.

[192] _wing_] _ming_ Warburton.

_I like the wear_] _is like to wear_ Mason conj.

[193] _businesses_] F1 F2 F3. _business_ F4. _businesses, as_

Theobald.

[195] _instruction_] _instrument_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[196] _of a_] F1. _of the_ F2 F3 F4. _of_ Pope.

[202] SCENE IV. Pope.

[207] _That_] _Which_ Capell.

[208] _The mightiest space_] _The mighty and base_ Mason conj. _The

wid'st apart_ Staunton conj.

_fortune nature_] _nature fortune_ Malone conj. (withdrawn).

_brings_] _springs_ Anon. (Fras. Mag.) conj.

[208, 209] _The ... To join like likes_] _Through ... Likes to join

likes_ Johnson conj. _The ... Like to join like Long_ MS.

[212] _hath been cannot be_] _hath not been ca'nt be_ Hanmer. _ha'nt

been cannot be_ Mason conj. _n'ath been cannot be_ Staunton conj.

[214] _The king's disease_--] Rowe. (_The Kings disease_) Ff.

SCENE II. _Paris._ _The_ KING'S _palace._

_Flourish of cornets._ _Enter the_ KING OF FRANCE _with letters, and

divers Attendants._

_King._ The Florentines and Senoys are by the ears;

Have fought with equal fortune, and continue

A braving war.

_First Lord._ So 'tis reported, sir.

_King._ Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it

A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, 5

With caution, that the Florentine will move us

For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend

Prejudicates the business, and would seem

To have us make denial.

_First Lord._ His love and wisdom,

Approved so to your majesty, may plead 10

For amplest credence.

_King._ He hath arm'd our answer,

And Florence is denied before he comes:

Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see

The Tuscan service, freely have they leave

To stand on either part.

_Sec. Lord._ It well may serve 15

A nursery to our gentry, who are sick

For breathing and exploit.

_King._ What's he comes here?

_Enter_ BERTRAM, LAFEU, _and_ PAROLLES.

_First Lord._ It is the Count Rousillon, my good lord,

Young Bertram.

_King._ Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;

Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, 20

Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts

Mayst thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris.

_Ber._ My thanks and duty are your majesty's.

_King._ I would I had that corporal soundness now,

As when thy father and myself in friendship 25

First tried our soldiership! He did look far

Into the service of the time, and was

Discipled of the bravest: he lasted long;

But on us both did haggish age steal on,

And wore us out of act. It much repairs me 30

To talk of your good father. In his youth

He had the wit, which I can well observe

To-day in our young lords; but they may jest

Till their own scorn return to them unnoted

Ere they can hide their levity in honour: 35

So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness

Were in his pride or sharpness; if they were,

His equal had awaked them; and his honour,

Clock to itself, knew the true minute when

Exception bid him speak, and at this time 40

His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him

He used as creatures of another place;

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,

Making them proud of his humility,

In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man 45

Might be a copy to these younger times;

Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them now

But goers backward.

_Ber._ His good remembrance, sir,

Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;

So in approof lives not his epitaph 50

As in your royal speech.

_King._ Would I were with him! He would always say--

Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words

He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them,

To grow there and to bear,--'Let me not live,'-- 55

This his good melancholy oft began,

On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,

When it was out,--'Let me not live,' quoth he,

'After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff

Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses 60

All but new things disdain; whose judgements are

Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies

Expire before their fashions. This he wish'd:

I after him do after him wish too,

Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home, 65

I quickly were dissolved from my hive,

To give some labourers room.

_Sec. Lord._ You are loved, sir;

They that least lend it you shall lack you first.

_King._ I fill a place, I know't. How long is't, count,

Since the physician at your father's died? 70

He was much famed.

_Ber._ Some six months since, my lord.

_King._ If he were living, I would try him yet.

Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me out

With several applications: nature and sickness

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count; 75

My son's no dearer.

_Ber._ Thank your majesty. [_Exeunt. Flourish._

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE V. Pope.

Flourish of cornets.] Flourish cornets. Ff.

[1] _Senoys_] _Siennois_ or _Siennese_ Lloyd conj.

_the ears_] Capell. _th' eares_ Ff.

[3, 9, 18] First Lord.] 1. Lord. Rowe. 1. Lo. G. Ff.

[15, 67] Sec. Lord.] 2. Lord. Rowe. 2. Lo. E. Ff.

[15] _well may_] _may well_ F3 F4.

[18] _It is_] F1 F4. _It 'tis_ F2 F3.

_Rousillon_] Pope. _Rosignoll_ F1. _Rosillion_ F2. _Rossillion_ F3

F4.

[21] _Hath well composed thee_] _Compos'd thee well_ Pope.

[28] _bravest_] _brav'st_ Pope.

[32] _well_] _ill_ Long MS.

[35] _hide their levity in honour_] _vye their levity with his honour_

Hanmer. _hide their levity in humour_ Long MS.

[35, 36] _honour: So like a courtier,_] Ff. _honour, So like a

courtier:_ Capell (Blackstone conj.). _honour: No courtier-like_ Lloyd

conj.

[36] _contempt nor_] _no contempt nor_ Rowe (ed. 1). _no contempt or_

Rowe (ed. 2).

[37] _in his pride or sharpness;_] _in him; pride or sharpness_,

Theobald (Warburton). _in him, pride or sharpness;_ Capell.

_if they were_] _if there were_ Theobald (Warburton).

[39] _Clock_] _Block_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[40] _Exception_] _Exceptions_ Theobald.

_this_] _that_ Rowe.

[41] _his hand_] _the hand_ Johnson conj. _it's hand_ Capell. _his

head_ Long MS.

[42] _another place_] _a brother-race_ Hanmer.

[44] _proud of_] _proud; and_ Warburton.

[44, 45] _humility, In ... praise he humbled_] _humility: He in ...

praise, humbled_ Becket conj.

[45] _he humbled_] _be-humbled_ Staunton conj.

[47] _demonstrate them now_] _now demonstrate them_ Pope.

[50] _So in approof lives not his_] _Approof so lives not in his_

Johnson conj. _So his approof lives not in_ Capell.

[56] _This_] Ff. _Thus_ Pope.

[58] _it_] _wit_ Staunton conj.

[62] _fathers_] _feathers_ Tyrwhitt conj. _parcels_ Williams conj.

[67] _labourers_] _labourer_ Warburton.

_You are_] Capell. _You'r_ F1 F2. _You're_ F3 F4.

[76] _Thank_] _Thanks to_ Rowe.

[Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.

SCENE III. _Rousillon._ _The_ COUNT'S _palace_.

_Enter_ COUNTESS, Steward, _and_ Clown.

_Count._ I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman?

_Stew._ Madam, the care I have had to even your content,

I wish might be found in the calendar of my past

endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make 5

foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we

publish them.

_Count._ What does this knave here? Get you gone,

sirrah: the complaints I have heard of you I do not all

believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know you 10

lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to

make such knaveries yours.

_Clo._ 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor

fellow.

_Count._ Well, sir. 15

_Clo._ No, madam, 'tis not so well that I am poor,

though many of the rich are damned: but, if I may have

your ladyship's good will to go to the world, Isbel the

woman and I will do as we may.

_Count._ Wilt thou needs be a beggar? 20

_Clo._ I do beg your good will in this case.

_Count._ In what case?

_Clo._ In Isbel's case and mine own. Service is no

heritage: and I think I shall never have the blessing of

God till I have issue o' my body; for they say barnes are 25

blessings.

_Count._ Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry.

_Clo._ My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on

by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

_Count._ Is this all your worship's reason? 30

_Clo._ Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as

they are.

_Count._ May the world know them?

_Clo._ I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you

and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry that 35

I may repent.

_Count._ Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness.

_Clo._ I am out o' friends, madam; and I hope to have

friends for my wife's sake.

_Count._ Such friends are thine enemies, knave. 40

_Clo._ You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the

knaves come to do that for me, which I am aweary of. He

that ears my land spares my team, and gives me leave to in

the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: he that comforts

my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he 45

that cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and blood;

he that loves my flesh and blood is my friend: ergo, he that

kisses my wife is my friend. If men could be contented to

be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young

Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist, howsome'er 50

their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one;

they may joul horns together, like any deer i' the herd.

_Count._ Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious

knave?

_Clo._ A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the 55

next way:

For I the ballad will repeat,

Which men full true shall find;

Your marriage comes by destiny,

Your cuckoo sings by kind. 60

_Count._ Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon.

_Stew._ May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen

come to you: of her I am to speak.

_Count._ Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with

her; Helen I mean. 65

_Clo._

Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,

Why the Grecians sacked Troy?

Fond done, done fond,

Was this King Priam's joy?

With that she sighed as she stood, 70

With that she sighed as she stood,

And gave this sentence then;

Among nine bad if one be good,

Among nine bad if one be good,

There's yet one good in ten. 75

_Count._ What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song,

sirrah.

_Clo._ One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying

o' the song: would God would serve the world so all

the year! we'd find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were 80

the parson: one in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good

woman born but one every blazing star, or at an earth-quake,

'twould mend the lottery well: a man may draw his

heart out, ere a' pluck one.

_Count._ You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command 85

you.

_Clo._ That man should be at woman's command, and

yet no hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it

will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over

the black gown of a big heart. I am going, forsooth: the 90

business is for Helen to come hither. [_Exit._

_Count._ Well, now.

_Stew._ I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman

entirely.

_Count._ Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; 95

and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make

title to as much love as she finds: there is more owing her

than is paid; and more shall be paid her than she'll demand.

_Stew._ Madam, I was very late more near her than I

think she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate 100

to herself her own words to her own ears; she thought, I

dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her

matter was, she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no

goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two

estates; Love no god, that would not extend his might, 105

only where qualities were level; ... queen of virgins, that

would suffer her poor knight surprised, without rescue in

the first assault, or ransom afterward. This she delivered

in the most bitter touch of sorrow that e'er I heard virgin

exclaim in: which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you 110

withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns

you something to know it.

_Count._ You have discharged this honestly; keep it to

yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this before,

which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither 115

believe nor misdoubt. Pray you, leave me: stall this in

your bosom; and I thank you for your honest care: I will

speak with you further anon. [_Exit Steward._

_Enter_ HELENA.

Even so it was with me when I was young:

If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn 120

Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;

It is the show and seal of nature's truth,

Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:

By our remembrances of days foregone, 125

Such were our faults, or then we thought them none.

Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.

_Hel._ What is your pleasure, madam?

_Count._ You know, Helen,

I am a mother to you.

_Hel._ Mine honourable mistress.

_Count._ Nay, a mother: 130

Why not a mother? When I said 'a mother,'

Methought you saw a serpent: what's in 'mother,'

That you start at it? I say, I am your mother;

And put you in the catalogue of those

That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen 135

Adoption strives with nature; and choice breeds

A native slip to us from foreign seeds:

You ne'er oppress'd me with a mother's groan,

Yet I express to you a mother's care:

God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood 140

To say I am thy mother? What's the matter,

That this distemper'd messenger of wet,

The many-colour'd Iris, rounds thine eye?

Why? that you are my daughter?

_Hel._ That I am not.

_Count._ I say, I am your mother.

_Hel._ Pardon, madam; 145

The Count Rousillon cannot be my brother:

I am from humble, he from honour'd name;

No note upon my parents, his all noble:

My master, my dear lord he is; and I

His servant live, and will his vassal die: 150

He must not be my brother.

_Count._ Nor I your mother?

_Hel._ You are my mother, madam; would you were,--

So that my lord your son were not my brother,--

Indeed my mother! or were you both our mothers,

I care no more for than I do for heaven, 155

So I were not his sister. Can't no other,

But I your daughter, he must be my brother?

_Count._ Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law:

God shield you mean it not! daughter and mother

So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again? 160

My fear hath catch'd your fondness: now I see

The mystery of your loneliness, and find

Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross

You love my son; invention is ashamed,

Against the proclamation of thy passion, 165

To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true;

But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look, thy cheeks

Confess it, th' one to th' other; and thine eyes

See it so grossly shown in thy behaviours,

That in their kind they speak it: only sin 170

And hellish obstinacy tie thy tongue,

That truth should be suspected. Speak, is't so?

If it be so, you have wound a goodly clew;

If it be not, forswear't: howe'er, I charge thee,

As heaven shall work in me for thine avail, 175

To tell me truly.

_Hel._ Good madam, pardon me!

_Count._ Do you love my son?

_Hel._ Your pardon, noble mistress!

_Count._ Love you my son?

_Hel._ Do not you love him, madam?

_Count._ Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,

Whereof the world takes note: come, come, disclose 180

The state of your affection; for your passions

Have to the full appeach'd.

_Hel._ Then, I confess,

Here on my knee, before high heaven and you,

That before you, and next unto high heaven,

I love your son. 185

My friends were poor, but honest; so's my love:

Be not offended; for it hurts not him

That he is loved of me: I follow him not

By any token of presumptuous suit;

Nor would I have him till I do deserve him; 190

Yet never know how that desert should be.

I know I love in vain, strive against hope;

Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve,

I still pour in the waters of my love,

And lack not to lose still: thus, Indian-like, 195

Religious in mine error, I adore

The sun, that looks upon his worshipper,

But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,

Let not your hate encounter with my love

For loving where you do: but if yourself, 200

Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,

Did ever in so true a flame of liking

Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian

Was both herself and love; O, then, give pity

To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose 205

But lend and give where she is sure to lose;

That seeks not to find that her search implies,

But riddle-like lives sweetly where she dies!

_Count._ Had you not lately an intent,--speak truly,--

To go to Paris?

_Hel._ Madam, I had.

_Count._ Wherefore? tell true. 210

_Hel._ I will tell truth; by grace itself I swear.

You know my father left me some prescriptions

Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading

And manifest experience had collected

For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me 215

In heedfull'st reservation to bestow them,

As notes, whose faculties inclusive were,

More than they were in note: amongst the rest,

There is a remedy, approved, set down,

To cure the desperate languishings whereof 220

The king is render'd lost.

_Count._ This was your motive

For Paris, was it? speak.

_Hel._ My lord your son made me to think of this;

Else Paris, and the medicine, and the king,

Had from the conversation of my thoughts 225

Haply been absent then.

_Count._ But think you, Helen,

If you should tender your supposed aid,

He would receive it? he and his physicians

Are of a mind; he, that they cannot help him,

They, that they cannot help: how shall they credit 230

A poor unlearned virgin, when the schools,

Embowell'd of their doctrine, have left off

The danger to itself?

_Hel._ There's something in't,

More than my father's skill, which was the greatest

Of his profession, that his good receipt 235

Shall for my legacy be sanctified

By the luckiest stars in heaven: and, would your honour

But give me leave to try success, I'd venture

The well-lost life of mine on his Grace's cure

By such a day and hour.

_Count._ Dost them believe't? 240

_Hel._ Ay, madam, knowingly.

_Count._ Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,

Means and attendants and my loving greetings

To those of mine in court: I'll stay at home

And pray God's blessing into thy attempt: 245

Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,

What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] SCENE VI. Pope.

[1] _hear; what say you_] Theobald. _heare, what say you_ Ff. _hear

what you say_ Capell.

_gentlewoman?_] F4. _gentlewoman._ F1 F2 F3.

[3] _even_] _win_ Collier conj.

[6] _foul_] _out_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[10] _'tis_] _it is_ S. Walker conj., reading lines 9-12 as verse,

ending _complaints ... believe ... them ... make ... yours._

[12] _yours_] _yare_ Warburton conj.

[13] _I am_] _that I am_ Capell.

[17] _may have_] F1. _have_ F2 F3 F4.

[18] _to go to_] _to go into_ Long MS.

[18, 19] _the woman_] _your woman_ Grant White.

[19] _and I will_] F2 F3 F4. _and w will_ F1. _and we will_ Collier.

[25] _o'_] Rowe (ed. 2). _a_ Ff. _of_ Rann.

_barnes_] F1. _bearns_ F2. _barns_ F3 F4.

[38] _out o'_] Capell. _out a_ F1 F2 F3. _out of_ F4.

[41] _You're_] Capell. _Y'are_ Ff. _You are_ Steevens.

_madam, in_] _madam; e'en_ Hanmer. _madam, my_ Tyrwhitt conj.

[42] _aweary_] _weary_ Rowe.

[43] _to in_] F4. _to Inne_ F1 F2 F3.

[46] _cherishes_] F1. _cherisheth_ F2 F3 F4.

[50] _Charbon ... Poysam_] See note (III).

_howsome'er_] _how somere_ F1 F2. _howsomeere_ F3. _howsomere_ F4.

_howsoe'er_ Pope.

[57-60] _For I ... kind_] Printed as verse first in Rowe (ed. 2).

[66] _the cause, quoth she_] _quoth she, the cause_ Collier (Collier

MS.).

[68] _Fond done, done fond_] omitted by Pope.

[68, 69] _done find ... joy?_] _done, fond ... joy,_ F1 F2. _fond

done;--for Paris he ... joy._ Theobald (Warburton). _fond done! but

Paris he ... joy,_ Capell conj. _done fond, good sooth, it was: ...

joy?_ Collier (Collier MS.). _For it undone, undone, quoth he, ...

joy._ Rann (Heath conj.).

[70, 71] _With ... stood_] _With ... stood,_ bis. Ff (bis in

italics).

[71] Omitted by Pope.

[72-75] _And gave ... ten_] Printed first as verse in Rowe (ed. 2).

[73, 74] _one_] _none_ Capell conj.

[74] Omitted by Pope.

[78] _a_] F1 F2. _the_ F3 F4.

[79] _o' the_] Capell. _o' th'_ Rowe (ed. 2). _ath'_ F1 F2. _a'th_ F3

F4.

_song_] _song and mending of the sex_ Collier (Collier MS. _o' the_).

[82] _one_] Collier (Collier MS.). _ore_ F1 F2. _o're_ F3 F4. _o'er_

Rowe. om. Pope. _or_ Capell. _on_ Rann. _ere_ Collier (ed. 1). _for_

Harness. _'fore_ Staunton. _at_ Halliwell conj.

[83] _well_] _wheel_ Malone conj.

_draw_] _pray_ Rowe.

[84] _a'_] _he_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[86] _you._] Pope, _you?_ Ff.

[87] _woman's_] F1. _a woman's_ F2 F3 F4.

[87, 88] _and yet_] F1 F2. _and get_ F3 F4.

[88] _no puritan_] _a puritan_ Rann. (Tyrwhitt conj.).

[89] _do no hurt_] _do what is enjoined_ Malone conj.

[96] _advantage_] _advantages_ Rowe.

[105] _would_] _should_ Capell.

_not_] om. Long MS.

_might, only_] F4. _might onelie,_ F1 F2. _might onely_ F3.

[106] _level; ... queen_] _levell, Queene_ F1 F2. _levell: Queen_

F3F4. _level: Complain'd against the Queen_ Rowe. _level; Diana no

queen_ Theobald. See note (IV).

[107] _knight_] _spright_ Warburton conj.

_surprised_] _to be surpris'd_ Rowe.

[107, 108] _without rescue in the first assault,_] _in the first

assault, without rescue_ Capell.

[109] _virgin_] _a virgin_ Pope.

[110] _held_] _held it_ Rowe.

[113] _honestly_] _honesty_ F3 F4.

[115] _neither_] F1. _never_ F2 F3 F4.

[118] Enter H.] Enter Hellen. Ff. Enter H. Singer (after line 126).

See note (V).

[119] SCENE VII. Pope.

_Even_] Old Cou. _Even_ Ff.

[120] _ever_] om. Pope. _e'er_ Edd. conj.

[126] _Such were our faults, or_] Ff. _Such-were our faults, tho'_

Hanmer. _Such were our faults,--O!_ Johnson (Warburton conj.). _Search

we out faults, for_ Collier MS.

_then ... them_] _them ... then_ Staunton.

[128] _You know, Helen_] _Helen, you know_ Pope.

[130, 131] _Nay ... said 'a mother'_] As one line in Ff.

[131] _said 'a mother'_] _said mother_ F3 F4.

[133] _I am_] Ff. _I'm_ Pope.

[137] _seeds_] _soil_ Anon. conj.

[143] _The_] _This_ S. Walker conj.

_eye_] _eyes_ Pope.

[144] _Why?_] --_Why_, Ff. _Why_,-- Rowe.

_are_] _art_ F2.

[151] _mother?_] Rowe (ed. 2). _mother._ Ff.

[155] _I care ... heaven_] _I cannot ask for more than that of heav'n_

Hanmer. _I can no more fear, than I do fear heav'n_ Warburton. _I

cannot more fear than I do fear heav'n_ Heath conj. _I'd care no more

for't than I do for heaven_ Capell. _I care would ... heaven or I

crave would ... heaven_ Mason conj. _I care no more for than you do,

'fore heaven_ Becker conj. [Aside] _I care no more for than I do for

heaven_ Staunton conj.

[156, 157] _Can't no other, But I ... he ... brother?_] Theobald.

_Cant no other, But I ... he ... brother._ Ff. _Can't no other? But I

... he ... brother._ Pope. _Can't be no other Way I ... but he ...

brother?_ Hanmer.

[162] _loneliness_] Theobald. _loveliness_ Ff. _lowliness_ Hall conj.

_liveliness_ Becket conj.]

[168] _th' one to th'_] Knight. _'ton tooth to th'_ F1. _'ton to th'_

F2. _'tone to th'_ F3 F4. _one to th'_ Rowe.

[169] _it_] _it is_ F2.

_behaviours_] _behaviour_ F3 F4.

[173] _you have_] _you've_ Pope.

[175] _thine_] F1. _mine_ F2 F3 F4.

[176] _truly_] _true_ Hanmer.

[180] _disclose_] F3 F4. _disclose:_ F1 F2.

[184] _heaven_] F1. _heavens_ F2 F3 F4.

[184, 185] _That ... son_] As in Pope. Printed as one line in Ff.

[193] _captious_] _carious_ Johnson conj. _cap'cious_ Farmer conj.

_copious_ Jackson conj.

_intenible_] _intemible_ F1. _inteemible_ Nicholson conj.

[194] _waters_] _water_ Rowe.

[195] _lose_] F4. _loose_ F1 F2 F3. _love_ Tyrwhitt conj.

[202] _liking_] F1. _living_ F2. _loving_ F3 F4.

[203] _Wish ... dearly_] _Love dearly and wish chastely_ Malone conj.

[205] _that_] _she_ Hanmer.

[207] _her_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. _which_ Rowe.

[210] _tell true_] om. Steevens conj.

[211] _tell truth_] F1. _tell true_ F2 F3 F4. _tell you true_ Capell

(corrected in note).

[214] _manifest_] _manifold_ Collier (Long MS.).

[220] _languishings_ Ff. _languishes_ Reed (1803).

[226] _Haply_] Pope. _Happily_ Ff.

[229] _that they cannot help him_] _that he can't be help'd_ Hanmer.

_that they cannot help_ Capell conj. _that they cannot heal him_ S.

Walker conj.

[230] _cannot help_] _can't help him_ Capell conj. _cannot cure_

Bailey conj.

[233] _in't_] _hints_ Hanmer (Warburton).

[237] _By the_] _Byth'_ F1 F2 F3. _By th'_ F4.

[238] _to try_] F1. _to_ F2 F3 F4. _for the_ Rowe.

[239] _The_] _This_ Hanmer.

_on his_] _on's_ S. Walker conj.

[240] _and_] _an_ F1.

[243] _attendants_] _attendance_ S. Walker conj.

[245] _into_] F1 F2. _unto_ F3 F4. _upon_ Hanmer.

[246] _Be gone_] F3 F4. _Begon_ F1 F2.

ACT II.

SCENE I. _Paris._ _The_ KING'S _palace_.

_Flourish of cornets. Enter the_ KING, _attended with divers young_

Lords _taking leave for the Florentine war_; BERTRAM, _and_ PAROLLES.

_King._ Farewell, young lords; these warlike principles

Do not throw from you: and you, my lords, farewell:

Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain, all

The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,

And is enough for both.

_First Lord._ 'Tis our hope, sir, 5

After well-enter'd soldiers, to return

And find your Grace in health.

_King._ No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart

Will not confess he owes the malady

That doth my life besiege. Farewell, young lords; 10

Whether I live or die, be you the sons

Of worthy Frenchmen: let higher Italy,--

Those bated that inherit but the fall

Of the last monarchy,--see that you come

Not to woo honour, but to wed it; when 15

The bravest questant shrinks, find what you seek,

That fame may cry you loud: I say, farewell.

_Sec. Lord._ Health, at your bidding, serve your majesty!

_King._ Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:

They say, our French lack language to deny, 20

If they demand: beware of being captives,

Before you serve.

_Both._ Our hearts receive your warnings.

_King._ Farewell. Come hither to me. [_Exit._

_First Lord._ O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!

_Par._ 'Tis not his fault, the spark.

_Sec. Lord._ O, 'tis brave wars! 25

_Par._ Most admirable: I have seen those wars.

_Ber._ I am commanded here, and kept a coil with

'Too young,' and 'the next year,' and ''tis too early.'

_Par._ An thy mind stand to't, boy, steal away bravely.

_Ber._ I shall stay here the forehorse to a smock, 30

Creaking my shoes on the plain masonry,

Till honour be bought up, and no sword worn

But one to dance with! By heaven, I'll steal away.

_First Lord._ There's honour in the theft.

_Par._ Commit it, count.

_Sec. Lord._ I am your accessary; and so, farewell. 35

_Ber._ I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body.

_First Lord._ Farewell, captain.

_Sec. Lord._ Sweet Monsieur Parolles!

_Par._ Noble heroes, my sword and yours are kin. Good

sparks and lustrous, a word, good metals: you shall find 40

in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio, with his

cicatrice, an emblem of war, here on his sinister cheek; it

was this very sword entrenched it: say to him, I live; and

observe his reports for me.

_First Lord._ We shall, noble captain. [_Exeunt Lords._ 45

_Par._ Mars dote on you for his novices! what will ye do?

_Ber._ Stay: the king.

_Re-enter_ KING.

_Par._ [_Aside to Ber._] Use a more spacious ceremony to

the noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the list

of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to them: for they 50

wear themselves in the cap of the time, there do muster true

gait, eat, speak, and move under the influence of the most received

star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are

to be followed: after them, and take a more dilated farewell.

_Ber._ And I will do so. 55

_Par._ Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy

sword-men. [_Exeunt Bertram and Parolles._

_Enter_ LAFEU.

_Laf._ [_Kneeling_] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.

_King._ I'll fee thee to stand up.

_Laf._ Then here's a man stands, that has brought his pardon. 60

I would you had kneel'd, my lord, to ask me mercy;

And that at my bidding you could so stand up.

_King._ I would I had; so I had broke thy pate,

And ask'd thee mercy for't.

_Laf._ Good faith, across: but, my good lord, 'tis thus; 65

Will you be cured of your infirmity?

_King._ No.

_Laf._ O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?

Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if

My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine 70

That's able to breathe life into a stone,

Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary

With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch

Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,

To give great Charlemain a pen in's hand, 75

And write to her a love-line.

_King._ What 'her' is this?

_Laf._ Why, Doctor She: my lord, there's one arrived,

If you will see her: now, by my faith and honour,

If seriously I may convey my thoughts

In this my light deliverance, I have spoke 80

With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,

Wisdom and constancy, hath amazed me more

Than I dare blame my weakness: will you see her,

For that is her demand, and know her business?

That done, laugh well at me.

_King._ Now, good Lafeu, 85

Bring in the admiration; that we with thee

May spend our wonder too, or take off thine

By wondering how thou took'st it.

_Laf._ Nay, I'll fit you,

And not be all day neither. [_Exit._

_King._ Thus he his special nothing ever prologues. 90

_Re-enter_ LAFEU, _with_ HELENA.

_Laf._ Nay, come your ways.

_King._ This haste hath wings indeed.

_Laf._ Nay, come your ways;

This is his majesty, say your mind to him:

A traitor you do look like; but such traitors

His majesty seldom fears: I am Cressid's uncle, 95

That dare leave two together; fare you well. [_Exit._

_King._ Now, fair one, does your business follow us?

_Hel._ Ay, my good lord.

Gerard de Narbon was my father;

In what he did profess, well found.

_King._ I knew him. 100

_Hel._ The rather will I spare my praises towards him;

Knowing him is enough. On's bed of death

Many receipts he gave me; chiefly one,

Which, as the dearest issue of his practice,

And of his old experience the only darling, 105

He bade me store up, as a triple eye,

Safer than mine own two, more dear; I have so:

And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd

With that malignant cause, wherein the honour

Of my dear father's gift stands chief in power, 110

I come to tender it and my appliance,

With all bound humbleness.

_King._ We thank you, maiden;

But may not be so credulous of cure,

When our most learned doctors leave us, and

The congregated college have concluded 115

That labouring art can never ransom nature

From her inaidible estate; I say we must not

So stain our judgement, or corrupt our hope.

To prostitute our past-cure malady

To empirics, or to dissever so 120

Our great self and our credit, to esteem

A senseless help, when help past sense we deem.

_Hel._ My duty, then, shall pay me for my pains:

I will no more enforce mine office on you;

Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts 125

A modest one, to bear me back again.

_King._ I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:

Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give

As one near death to those that wish him live:

But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part; 130

I knowing all my peril, thou no art.

_Hel._ What I can do can do no hurt to try,

Since you set up your rest 'gainst remedy

He that of greatest works is finisher,

Oft does them by the weakest minister: 135

So holy writ in babes hath judgement shown,

When judges have been babes; great floods have flown

From simple sources; and great seas have dried,

When miracles have by the greatest been denied.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there 140

Where most it promises; and oft it hits

Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

_King._ I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;

Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:

Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward. 145

_Hel._ Inspired merit so by breath is barr'd:

It is not so with Him that all things knows,

As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows;

But most it is presumption in us when

The help of heaven we count the act of men. 150

Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;

Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.

I am not an impostor, that proclaim

Myself against the level of mine aim;

But know I think, and think I know most sure, 155

My art is not past power, nor you past cure.

_King._ Art thou so confident? within what space

Hopest thou my cure?

_Hel._ The great'st grace lending grace,

Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring

Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring; 160

Ere twice in murk and occidental damp

Moist Hesperus hath quench'd his sleepy lamp;

Or four and twenty times the pilot's glass

Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass;

What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly, 165

Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.

_King._ Upon thy certainty and confidence

What darest thou venture?

_Hel._ Tax of impudence,

A strumpet's boldness, a divulged shame

Traduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name 170

Sear'd otherwise, ne worse of worst extended,

With vilest torture let my life be ended.

_King._ Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak

His powerful sound within an organ weak:

And what impossibility would slay 175

In common sense, sense saves another way.

Thy life is dear; for all, that life can rate

Worth name of life, in thee hath estimate,

Youth, beauty, wisdom, courage, all

That happiness and prime can happy call: 180

Thou this to hazard needs must intimate

Skill infinite or monstrous desperate.

Sweet practiser, thy physic I will try,

That ministers thine own death if I die.

_Hel._ If I break time, or flinch in property 185

Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,

And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;

But, if I help, what do you promise me?

_King._ Make thy demand.

_Hel._ But will you make it even?

_King._ Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of heaven. 190

_Hel._ Then shalt thou give me with thy kingly hand

What husband in thy power I will command:

Exempted be from me the arrogance

To choose from forth the royal blood of France,

My low and humble name to propagate 195

With any branch or image of thy state;

But such a one, thy vassal, whom I know

Is free for me to ask, thee to bestow.

_King._ Here is my hand; the premises observed,

Thy will by my performance shall be served: 200

So make the choice of thy own time; for I,

Thy resolved patient, on thee still rely.

More should I question thee, and more I must,

Though more to know could not be more to trust,

From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest 205

Unquestion'd welcome, and undoubted blest.

Give me some help here, ho! If thou proceed

As high as word, my deed shall match thy deed.

[_Flourish. Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

ACT II.] Actus Secundus. Ff (Sæcundus F2).

Enter ... attended....] Capell. Enter ... warre: Count Rosse, and

Parolles. Florish Cornets. Ff.

divers] two Hanmer. om. Steevens.

[1, 2] _lords ... lords_] Ff. _lord ... lord_ Hanmer. See note (VI).

[2] _and you_] _you_ Pope.

[3] _both gain, all_] Ff. _both gain,_ Pope, _both gain, well!_

Hanmer. _both gain all,_ Johnson. _back again,_ Jackson conj. _both

gain, All_ Anon. conj. See note (VII).

[5] First Lord] i. Lord. Rowe. Lord G. Ff.

_'Tis_] Ff. _It is_ Steevens.

[9] _he owes_] _it owns_ Pope. _he owns_ Long MS.

[12] _higher_] _hired_ Coleridge conj.

[13] _bated_] _bastards_ Hanmer. _'bated ones_ Capell conj.

[15, 16] _wed it; when ... shrinks,_] Pope, _wed it, when ...

shrinkes:_ F1 F2 F3. _wed it, when ... shrinks;_ F4.

[16] _questant_] F1. _question_ F2 F3 F4. _questor_ Collier MS.

[18] Sec. Lord.] 2. Lord Rowe (ed. 2). L. G. Ff. 1. Lord Rowe (ed.

1).

[22] Both.] Rowe. Bo. Ff.

[23] _Come ... me_] _Come ... me_ [to Bert.] Pope. om. Hanmer. _Come

... me_ [to Attendants]. Theobald.

Exit.] Pope. om. Ff. Retires to a Couch; Attendants leading him.

Capell. See note (VIII).

[24, 34, 37] First Lord.] 1. Lord. Rowe. 1. Lo. G. Ff.

[25] _fault, the spark._] F3 F4. _fault the spark._ F1 F2. _fault, the

spark_-- Rowe. _fault; the spark_-- Theobald.]

[25, 35, 38] Sec. Lord.] 2. Lord. Rowe. 2. Lo. E. Ff.

[27] _a coil_] _acoyle_ F2.

[27, 28] _with 'Too young'_] Pope. _with, Too young_ Ff. _with; 'Too

young'_ Capell.

[29] _An ... to't, boy, ... bravely_] Theobald. _And ... too't boy,

Steale away bravely_ F1 F2 F3. _And ... to it ..._ F4. _And thy

mind--stand to it, boy; steal away bravely._ Pope.

[30] _I shall stay_] _I stay_ Rowe. _Shall I stay_ Pope.

[36] _I ... our ... a tortured body_] _I ... this our ... A tortur'd

body_ Hanmer. _I ... our ... the parting of a tortured body_ Johnson

conj. _I ... our ... a torture_ Capell. _I ... our ... as a tortured

body_ S. Walker conj., reading lines 34-37 _Commit ... captain._ as

three lines, ending _accessary ... parting ... captain._

_to you_] _t' ye_ S. Walker conj.

[37] _captain_] _worthy captain_ Hanmer.

[39] _yours_] _yours_ [measuring swords with them] Capell.

[40. _a word_] _in a word_ Long MS.

[41, 42] _with his cicatrice, an emblem_] Theobald. _his cicatrice,

with an emblem_ Ff (_sicatrice_ F1). _he's cicatriced with an emblem_

Rann conj.

[44] _for_] F1 F2. _of_ F3 F4.

[45] First Lord.] 1. Lord. Rowe. Lo. G. F1 F2. L.G. F3 F4. 2. Lord.

Warburton. Both. Edd. conj.

[46] _novices! what will ye do?_] _novices, what will ye do?_ Ff

(_doe_ F1 F2). See note (IX).

_ye_] _you_ Hanmer.

[47] _Stay: the king._] F2 F3 F4. _Stay the king._ F1. _Stay; the

king--_ Pope. _Stay with the king_ Grant White (Collier conj.).

Re-enter King.] Edd. See note (VIII).

[51] _there do muster_] _there, to muster_ Warburton. _they do muster

with the_ Johnson conj. _there do master_ Heath conj. _they do master_

Collier conj. _there demonstrate_ Anon. conj.

[51, 52] _there ... gait_] _do muster your true gaité_ Becket conj.

om. Collier MS.

_true gait_] _together_ Hanmer.

[52] _eat_] _dress_ Hanmer. _they eat_ Singer conj.

_move_] F1. _more_ F2 F3 F4.

[57] Exeunt B. and P.] Exeunt. Ff.

[58] SCENE II. Pope.

Enter L.] Enter the King and L. Pope. Enter L. hastily. Capell.

Kneeling] Johnson, om. Ff.]

[59] _I'll fee_] Theobald. _Ile see_ Ff. _I'll sue_ Staunton. _I'll

free_ Anon. ap. Halliwell conj. _I beseech_ Keightley conj.

[59-62] Capell ends the lines _man ... I would you ... mercy; and ...

up._

[60] _has_] F1. _hath_ F2 F3 F4.

_brought_] Ff. _bought_ Theobald.

[63, 64] _I would ... for't_] _You would ... for't?_ Anon. conj.

[64-70. Capell ends the lines _across: ... cur'd ... eat ... will ...

fox ... medicine._

[65] _across_] _a cross_ F4.

[69] _my noble grapes_] omitted by Hanmer, ending the line at _fox.

aye, noble grapes_ Collier MS.

[70] _seen a medicine_] _seen A medicine_ Anon. conj.

_medicine_] _med'cin_ (in italics) Theobald. _medecin_ Steevens.

[74] _araise_] _raise_ Pope. _upraise_ Collier MS.

_Pepin_] Theobald. _Pippen_ Ff.

[75] _To give_] _And give_ Capell.

_in's_] _in his_ Capell. Malone supposes a line to be lost after

this.

[76] _And write_] _To write_ Hanmer. _And cause him write_ Singer

conj.

_to her a love-line_] _a love-line to her_ Hanmer.

[77] _Doctor She_] Grant White. _doctor she_ Ff. _Doctor-she_

Theobald.

[79] _convey_] _convay_ F1. _convoy_ F2 F3 F4.

[83] _Than ... weakness_] _Than_ (_blame my weakness_) _I dare_--

Becket conj.

_blame_] _blaze_ Theobald conj.

[89] Exit] Theobald. om. Ff.

[90] _nothing_] _nothings_ Hanmer.

Re-enter L. with H.] Enter Hellen. Ff (after line 91 _come your

ways_).

[91] Laf. _Nay, ... ways_] Laf. [Returns.] _Nay ... ways_ [Bringing in

Helena. Theobald.

[95] _I am_] _I'm_ Pope.

[96] Exit] Ff. Exit. Attendants retire. Capell. See note (VIII).

[97] SCENE III.] Pope.

[98-100] _Ay ... him_] As in Ff. As three lines, ending _was ... found

... him._ Hanmer. As two, ending _father ... him._ Capell.

[99] _Gerard de Narbon_] _Gerardo of Narbona_ Anon. conj.

[100] _In_] _One in_ S. Walker conj.

[101] _praises_] _praise_ Theobald.

[102] _On's_] _On his_ Capell.

[103] _receipts_] Rowe. _receits_ Ff.

[105] _the_] _th'_ Ff.

[107] _two, more dear_] Steevens. _two: dear_ Ff.

[109, 110] _honour ... power_] _power ...honour_ Rann (Johnson

conj.).

[116] _ransom_] _answer_ Steevens (1778).

[117] _inaidible_] _inaydible_ F1 F2. _unaydible_ F3 F4. _unaidable_

Rowe. _inaidable_ Capell.

_estate_] _state_ S. Walker conj.

_I say_] om. Pope.

[118] _stain_] _strain_ Anon. conj.

[124] _mine_] F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4.

[139] _miracles ... greatest_] _miracles ... great'st_ Ff. _mir'cles

... greatest_ Theobald. Johnson supposes a line lost after this.

[142] _fits_] Collier (Theobald conj.). _shifts_ Ff. _sits_ Pope. See

note (X).

[153] _impostor_] F3 F4. _impostrue_ F1 F2. _imposture_ Capell.

[158] _The great'st grace lending_] Capell. _The greatest grace

lending_ Ff. _The Greatest lending_ Rowe.

[162] _his_] Rowe. _her_ Ff.

[169, 170] _shame ... ballads: my maidens name_] Ff. _shame; ...

ballads my maiden's name,_ Theobald conj. _shame; ... ballads: my

maiden's name_ Id. conj. _shame, ... ballads my maiden name_ Johnson

conj.

[171] _Sear'd otherwise, ne worse of ...]_ F1. _Seard otherwise, no

worse of ..._ F2 F3 F4. _Sear'd otherwise no worse of worst: extended_

Theobald conj. _Sear'd, otherwise no worse of worst extended;_ Id.

conj. _Sear'd: otherwise, the worst of ..._ Hanmer. _Sear'd otherwise,

to worst of ..._ Johnson conj. _Fear otherwise to worst of ..._ Id.

conj. _Sear'd; otherwise the worst to ..._ Id. conj. _Fear, otherwise,

to worst of worse_ Heath conj. _Sear'd otherwise; or, worse to ..._

Capell. _Seard otherwise, as worse of ..._ Long MS. _Fear'd o' the

wise no worse if ..._ Mason conj. _Sear'd otherwise; nay, worst of

..._ Malone conj. _Scar'd otherwise; the worst of ..._ Id. conj.

_Sear'd otherwise; the worst of ..._ Rann. _Sear'd otherwise; nay,

worse of ..._ Singer.

_ne ... extended_] _and worse, if worse, attended_ Becket conj. _and,

worse of worst expended_ Staunton conj. _on worst of racks extended_

Anon. conj. _nay, worse, if worse, extended_ Anon. conj.

[173, 174] _speak His powerful sound_] _speak, It powerful sounds_

Hanmer. _speak: His power full sounds_ Warburton. _O powerful sound_

Becket conj. (transposing lines 173, 174.)

[174] _within_] F1. _wherein_ F2 F3 F4.

[179] _courage_] _courage, virtue_ Theobald. _courage, honour_ Collier

(Collier MS.).

[180] _and prime_] _and pride_ Tyrwhitt conj. _in prime_ Rann (Mason

conj.).

[190] _heaven_] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). _helpe_ F1 F2. _help_ F3

F4.

[196] _image_] _impage_ Warburton.

[201] _make the_] _make thee_ Anon. conj.

_thy_] F1. _thine_ F2 F3 F4.

[208] _thy deed_] _thy meed_ Anon. conj.

[Flourish. Exeunt.] Florish. Exit. F1. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4.

SCENE II. _Rousillon._ _The_ COUNT'S _palace_.

_Enter_ COUNTESS _and_ CLOWN.

_Count._ Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height

of your breeding.

_Clo._ I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I

know my business is but to the court.

COUNT. To the court! why, what place make you special, 5

when you put off that with such contempt? But to the court!

_Clo._ Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners,

he may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make

a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand, and say nothing, has

neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow, 10

to say precisely, were not for the court; but for me, I have

an answer will serve all men.

_Count._ Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all

questions.

_Clo._ It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks, the 15

pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn-buttock, or any

buttock.

_Count._ Will your answer serve fit to all questions?

_Clo._ As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney,

as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's rush 20

for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove Tuesday, a

morris for May-day, as the nail to his hole, the cuckold to his

horn, as a scolding quean to a wrangling knave, as the nun's

lip to the friar's mouth, nay, as the pudding to his skin.

_Count._ Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for 25

all questions?

_Clo._ From below your duke to beneath your constable,

it will fit any question.

_Count._ It must be an answer of most monstrous size

that must fit all demands. 30

_Clo._ But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned

should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that belongs to't.

Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall do you no harm to learn.

_Count._ To be young again, if we could: I will be a

fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer. 35

I pray you, sir, are you a courtier?

_Clo._ O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,

more, a hundred of them.

_Count._ Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you.

_Clo._ O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me. 40

_Count._ I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat.

_Clo._ O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.

_Count._ You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.

_Clo._ O Lord, sir! spare not me.

_Count._ Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, 45

and 'spare not me'? Indeed your 'O Lord, sir!' is very

sequent to your whipping: you would answer very well to

a whipping, if you were but bound to't.

_Clo._ I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,

sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever. 50

_Count._ I play the noble housewife with the time,

To entertain 't so merrily with a fool.

_Clo._ O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.

_Count._ An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,

And urge her to a present answer back: 55

Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:

This is not much.

_Clo._ Not much commendation to them.

_Count._ Not much employment for you: you understand

me? 60

_Clo._ Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.

_Count._ Haste you again. [_Exeunt severally._

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] SCENE IV. Pope.

[1. Count.] Lady. Ff (and Lady. or La. throughout the scene).

[5] _To the court_] _But to the court_ Theobald.

[6] _contempt? ... court!_] Pope. _contempt, ... Court?_ Ff.

[11] _court; but for me,_] Rowe. _court, but for me,_ Ff. _court, but

for me:_ Pope.

[18] _serve fit_] _sir, fit_ Anon. conj. _fit_ Anon. conj.

[20, 21] _Tib's ... Tom's_] _Tom's ... Tib's_ Hawkins conj.

[36] _I pray ..._] F3. La. _I pray ..._ F1 F2. Lady. _I pray ..._ F4.

[50] _but_] _and_ Hanmer.

[51, 52] Printed as prose in Ff. As verse first by Knight.

[51] _housewife_] _huswife_ Ff.

[52] _entertain 't_] Edd. (S. Walker conj.). _entertain it_ Ff.

[54] _An end, sir; to_] Rowe (ed. 2). _And end sir to_ F1 F2. _And

end; sir to_ F3 F4.

[57] _is not_] _isn't_ Hanmer.

[62] [Exeunt severally] Capell. Exeunt. Ff.

SCENE III. _Paris._ _The_ KING'S _palace_.

_Enter_ BERTRAM, LAFEU, _and_ PAROLLES.

_Laf._ They say miracles are past; and we have our philosophical

persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural

and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles

of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge,

when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. 5

_Par._ Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that

hath shot out in our latter times.

_Ber._ And so 'tis.

_Laf._ To be relinquished of the artists,--

_Par._ So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus. 10

_Laf._ Of all the learned and authentic fellows,--

_Par._ Right; so I say.

_Laf._ That gave him out incurable,--

_Par._ Why, there 'tis; so say I too.

_Laf._ Not to be helped,-- 15

_Par._ Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a--

_Laf._ Uncertain life, and sure death.

_Par._ Just, you say well; so would I have said.

_Laf._ I may truly say, it is a novelty to the world.

_Par._ It is, indeed: if you will have it in showing, you 20

shall read it in--what do ye call there?

_Laf._ A showing of a heavenly effect in an earthly actor.

_Par._ That's it; I would have said the very same.

_Laf._ Why, your dolphin is not lustier: 'fore me, I

speak in respect-- 25

_Par._ Nay, 'tis strange, 'tis very strange, that is the brief

and the tedious of it; and he's of a most facinerious spirit

that will not acknowledge it to be the--

_Laf._ Very hand of heaven.

_Par._ Ay, so I say. 30

_Laf._ In a most weak--

_Par._ And debile minister, great power, great transcendence:

which should, indeed, give us a further use to be

made than alone the recovery of the king, as to be--

_Laf._ Generally thankful. 35

_Par._ I would have said it; you say well. Here comes

the king.

_Enter_ KING, HELENA, _and_ Attendants.

_Laf._ Lustig, as the Dutchman says: I'll like a maid

the better, whilst I have a tooth in my head: why, he's

able to lead her a coranto. 40

_Par._ Mort du vinaigre! is not this Helen?

_Laf._ 'Fore God, I think so.

_King._ Go, call before me all the lords in court.

Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;

And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense 45

Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive

The confirmation of my promised gift,

Which but attends thy naming.

_Enter three or four_ Lords.

Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel

Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing, 50

O'er whom both sovereign power and father's voice

I have to use: thy frank election make;

Thou hast power to choose, and they none to forsake.

_Hel._ To each of you one fair and virtuous mistress

Fall, when Love please! marry, to each, but one! 55

_Laf._ I'd give bay Curtal and his furniture,

My mouth no more were broken than these boys',

And writ as little beard.

_King._ Peruse them well:

Not one of those but had a noble father.

_Hel._ Gentlemen, 60

Heaven hath through me restored the king to health.

_All._ We understand it, and thank heaven for you.

_Hel._ I am a simple maid; and therein wealthiest,

That I protest I simply am a maid.

Please it your majesty, I have done already: 65

The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,

'We blush that thou shouldst choose; but, be refused,

Let the white death sit on thy cheek for ever;

We'll ne'er come there again.'

_King._ Make choice; and, see,

Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me. 70

_Hel._ Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly;

And to imperial Love, that god most high,

Do my sighs stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?

_First Lord._ And grant it.

_Hel._ Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.

_Laf._ I had rather be in this choice than throw 75

Ames-ace for my life.

_Hel._ The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,

Before I speak, too threateningly replies:

Love make your fortunes twenty times above

Her that so wishes and her humble love! 80

_Sec. Lord._ No better, if you please.

_Hel._ My wish receive,

Which great Love grant! and so, I take my leave.

_Laf._ Do all they deny her? An they were sons of

mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to

the Turk, to make eunuchs of. 85

_Hel._ Be not afraid that I your hand should take;

I'll never do you wrong for your own sake:

Blessing upon your vows! and in your bed

Find fairer fortune, if you ever wed!

_Laf._ These boys are boys of ice, they'll none have 90

her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French

ne'er got 'em.

_Hel._ You are too young, too happy, and too good,

To make yourself a son out of my blood.

_Fourth Lord._ Fair one, I think not so. 95

_Laf._ There's one grape yet; I am sure thy father

drunk wine: but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of

fourteen; I have known thee already.

_Hel._ [_To Bertram_] I dare not say I take you; but I give

Me and my service, ever whilst I live, 100

Into your guiding power. This is the man.

_King._ Why, then, young Bertram, take her; she's thy wife.

_Ber._ My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your highness,

In such a business give me leave to use

The help of mine own eyes.

_King._ Know'st thou not, Bertram, 105

What she has done for me?

_Ber._ Yes, my good lord;

But never hope to know why I should marry her.

_King._ Thou know'st she has raised me from my sickly bed.

_Ber._ But follows it, my lord, to bring me down

Must answer for your raising? I know her well: 110

She had her breeding at my father's charge.

A poor physician's daughter my wife! Disdain

Rather corrupt me ever!

_King._ 'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her, the which

I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods, 115

Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together,

Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off

In differences so mighty. If she be

All that is virtuous, save what thou dislikest,

A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest 120

Of virtue for the name: but do not so:

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,

The place is dignified by the doer's deed:

Where great additions swell's, and virtue none,

It is a dropsied honour. Good alone 125

Is good without a name. Vileness is so:

The property by what it is should go,

Not by the title. She is young, wise, fair;

In these to nature she's immediate heir,

And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn, 130

Which challenges itself as honour's born,

And is not like the sire: honours thrive,

When rather from our acts we them derive

Than our foregoers: the mere word's a slave

Debosh'd on every tomb, on every grave 135

A lying trophy; and as oft is dumb

Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the tomb

Of honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?

If thou canst like this creature as a maid,

I can create the rest: virtue and she 140

Is her own dower; honour and wealth from me.

_Ber._ I cannot love her, nor will strive to do't.

_King._ Thou wrong'st thyself, if thou shouldst strive to

choose.

_Hel._ That you are well restored, my lord, I'm glad:

Let the rest go. 145

_King._ My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,

I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,

Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;

That dost in vile misprision shackle up

My love and her desert; that canst not dream, 150

We, poising us in her defective scale,

Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,

It is in us to plant thine honour where

We please to have it grow. Check thy contempt:

Obey our will, which travails in thy good: 155

Believe not thy disdain, but presently

Do thine own fortunes that obedient right

Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;

Or I will throw thee from my care for ever

Into the staggers and the careless lapse 160

Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate

Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,

Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.

_Ber._ Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit

My fancy to your eyes: when I consider 165

What great creation and what dole of honour

Flies where you bid it, I find that she, which late

Was in my nobler thoughts most base, is now

The praised of the king; who, so ennobled,

Is as 't were born so.

_King._ Take her by the hand, 170

And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise

A counterpoise; if not to thy estate,

A balance more replete.

_Ber._ I take her hand.

_King._ Good fortune and the favour of the king

Smile upon this contract; whose ceremony 175

Shall seem expedient on the now-born brief,

And be perform'd to-night: the solemn feast

Shall more attend upon the coming space,

Expecting absent friends. As thou lovest her,

Thy love's to me religious; else, does err. 180

[_Exeunt all but Lafeu and Parolles._

_Laf._ Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.

_Par._ Your pleasure, sir?

_Laf._ Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.

_Par._ Recantation! My lord! my master! 185

_Laf._ Ay; is it not a language I speak?

_Par._ A most harsh one, and not to be understood

without bloody succeeding. My master!

_Laf._ Are you companion to the Count Rousillon?

_Par._ To any count, to all counts, to what is man. 190

_Laf._ To what is count's man: count's master is of

another style.

_Par._ You are too old, sir; let it satisfy you, you are

too old.

_Laf._ I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which 195

title age cannot bring thee.

_Par._ What I dare too well do, I dare not do.

_Laf._ I did think thee, for two ordinaries, to be a pretty

wise fellow; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel;

it might pass: yet the scarfs and the bannerets about thee 200

did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of

too great a burthen. I have now found thee; when I lose

thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but

taking up; and that thou'rt scarce worth.

_Par._ Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon 205

thee,--

_Laf._ Do not plunge thyself too far in anger, lest thou

hasten thy trial; which if--Lord have mercy on thee for

a hen! So, my good window of lattice, fare thee well:

thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. 210

Give me thy hand.

_Par._ My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.

_Laf._ Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.

_Par._ I have not, my lord, deserved it.

_Laf._ Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not 215

bate thee a scruple.

_Par._ Well, I shall be wiser.

_Laf._ Ev'n as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at

a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy

scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of 220

thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance

with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the

default, he is a man I know.

_Par._ My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.

_Laf._ I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my 225

poor doing eternal: for doing I am past; as I will by thee,

in what motion age will give me leave. [_Exit._

_Par._ Well, thou hast a son shall take this disgrace off

me; scurvy, old, filthy, scurvy lord! Well, I must be patient;

there is no fettering of authority. I'll beat him, by 230

my life, if I can meet him with any convenience, an he were

double and double a lord. I'll have no more pity of his

age than I would have of--I'll beat him, an if I could but

meet him again.

_Re-enter_ LAFEU.

_Laf._ Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's 235

news for you: you have a new mistress.

_Par._ I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make

some reservation of your wrongs: he is my good lord:

whom I serve above is my master.

_Laf._ Who? God? 240

_Par._ Ay, sir.

_Laf._ The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou

garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of thy

sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set thy lower

part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but 245

two hours younger, I'd beat thee: methinks't, thou art a

general offence, and every man should beat thee: I think

thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon thee.

_Par._ This is hard and undeserved measure, my lord.

_Laf._ Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a 250

kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no

true traveller: you are more saucy with lords and honourable

personages than the commission of your birth and

virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another

word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [_Exit._ 255

_Par._ Good, very good; it is so then: good, very

good; let it be concealed awhile.

_Re-enter_ BERTRAM.

_Ber._ Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!

_Par._ What's the matter, sweet-heart?

_Ber._ Although before the solemn priest I have sworn, 260

I will not bed her.

_Par._ What, what, sweet-heart?

_Ber._ O my Parolles, they have married me!

I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.

_Par._ France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits 265

The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!

_Ber._ There's letters from my mother: what the import

is, I know not yet.

_Par._ Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my

boy, to the wars!

He wears his honour in a box unseen, 270

That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home.

Spending his manly marrow in her arms,

Which should sustain the bound and high curvet

Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions

France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades; 275

Therefore, to the war!

_Ber._ It shall be so: I'll send her to my house,

Acquaint my mother with my hate to her,

And wherefore I am fled; write to the king

That which I durst not speak: his present gift 280

Shall furnish me to those Italian fields,

Where noble fellows strike: war is no strife

To the dark house and the detested wife.

_Par._ Will this capriccio hold in thee, art sure?

_Ber._ Go with me to my chamber, and advise me. 285

I'll send her straight away: to-morrow

I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.

_Par._ Why, these balls bound; there's noise in it. 'Tis hard:

A young man married is a man that's marr'd:

Therefore away, and leave her bravely; go: 290

The king has done you wrong: but, hush, 'tis so. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope.

[1] Laf.] Ol. Laf. Ff (and throughout the scene).

_and_] _yet_ Anon. apud Halliwell.

[2] _persons_] _person_ F3 F4. _reasons_ Long MS.

_familiar, things_] Theobald. _familiar things_ Ff. _familiar things,_

Steevens.

[6] Par.] Ber. S. Walker conj.

[7] _latter_] _later_ Hanmer.

[8] Ber.] Par. S. Walker conj.

[10, 11] Par. _So ... Paracelsus._ Laf. _Of all ..._] Par. _So I say._

Laf. _Both ... Paracelsus, of all ..._ Johnson conj. Par. _So I say._

Laf. _Both ... Paracelsus._ Par. _So I say._ Laf. _Of all ..._ Edd.

conj.

[11] Laf.] Ol. Laf. F1 F3 F4. Ol. Fal. F2.

[16] _a--_] _an--_ Rowe.

[20] _in showing_] _in shewing_ F1 F2. _in the shewing_ F3 F4. _a

showing_ Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.).

[23] _it; ... said the_] _it, ... said the_ F4. _it, ... said, the_ F1

F2 F3. _it, ... said; the_ Capell.

[24] _dolphin_] _Dauphin_ Theobald conj. (withdrawn).

_'fore_] Capell. _fore_ F1. _for_ F2 F3 F4.

[27] _facinerious_] Ff. _facinorous_ Steevens.

[31-34] Laf. _In a most weak--_ Par. _And ... king, as to be_--] Laf.

_In a most ... king._ Par. _As to be_-- Rann (Johnson conj.). Laf. _In

... weak_-- Par. _Ay, so I say._ Laf. _And debile ... king, as to be_

[after a pause] _generally thankful_ Edd. conj.

[33] _give us a further_] _give us a further_ Warburton.

[34] _alone_] F1. _only_ F2 F3 F4.

[36] SCENE VI. Pope.

_say_] F1. _said_ F2 F3 F4

[37] Enter ...] Ff (after line 35).

[38] _Lustig_] _Lustique_ F1 F2. _Lustick_ F3 F4. _Lustigh_ Capell.

[39] _whilst_] F1. _while_ F2 F3 F4.

[40] _coranto_] _carranto_ Ff. _corranto_ Rowe.

[41] _Mort du vinaigre_] _Mor du vinager_ Ff. _Mort du vainqueur_

Collier.

[43] Exeunt some attendants. Capell.

[51] _sovereign_] _sovereign's_ Collier MS.

[54, 55] _mistress Fall,_] Rowe. _mistress; Fall_ Ff.

[54] [coming from her Seat, and addressing herself to the Lords.

Capell.

[55] _marry ... one!_] Par. _Marry ... one!_ Tyrwhitt conj.

[58] _writ_] _with_ Collier MS.

[60] [She addresses her to a Lord. Ff.

[60, 61] _Gentlemen ... health_] Arranged as in Capell. Printed as

prose in Ff; as two lines by Theobald, ending _restor'd ... health._

[67] _choose; but, be refused,_] Rann. _choose, but be refused;_ Ff.

_chuse; but being refused_ Hanmer.

[67-69] _We blush ... again_] Kin. _We blush ... again_ F3 F4.

[68] _Let the_] _Let not_ F3 F4.

_death_] _dearth_ Warburton conj.

_cheek_] _cheeks_ F3 F4.

[69] King.] om. F3 F4.

[72] _imperial Love_] _imperiall loue_ F1. _imperiall Iove_ F2.

_impartiall Jove_ F3. _impartial Jove_ F4. _impartial love_

Warburton.

[73] _stream_] _steam_ Collier MS.

[74] _is mute_] _are mute_ Pope.

[75] Laf.] Par. Theobald conj.

[76] _Ames-ace_] F1 _A deaus-ace_ F2 F3 F4.

[78] _threateningly_] _threatingly_ F2.

[82] _Love_ F1 F2. _Jove_ F3 F4.

[83] _all they_] _they all_ Capell conj.

_An_] Capell. _And_ Ff. If Pope.

[84, 85] _to the_] _to'th_ Ff.

[89] _fairer_] _fair_ Rann. _ever_] F1. _ere_ F2 F3 F4.

[90, 91] _have her_] _haue heere_ F1. _of her_ Rowe.

[90-92] S. Walker would read as three lines of verse, ending _her ...

English ... got 'em._

[92] _'em_] _them_ Capell.

[93] Hel.] F3 F2. La. F1 F2.

[96, 98] Laf. _There's ... already_] Laf. _There's ... yet,_-- Par. _I

am sure ... wine.--_ Laf. _But ... already_ Theobald.

[96] _thy_] F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4.

[99] [To Bertram] Rowe.

[105, 107] _Know'st thou not ... her_] Arranged as in Pope; printed as

prose in Ff.

[106] _has_] _h'as_ F1 F2. _hath_ F3 F4.

[112] _my wife! Disdain Rather_] _she my wife! Disdain rather_ Hanmer.

[114] _only title_] _But title_ Hanmer. _only lack of title_ S. Walker

conj.

[116] _Of colour_] _Alike of colour_ Capell.

[117] _stand_] Rowe (ed. 2). _stands_ Ff.

[118] _so_] F1. _of_ F2 F3 F4. om. Long MS.

[121] _the name_] _a name_ Collier conj.

[122] _place when_] Theobald (Thirlby conj). _place, whence_ Ff.

[123] _by the_] _by th'_ Ff.

[124] _additions swell's_] F1. _addition swell's_ F2. _addition

swells_ F3 F4. _additions swell_ Malone.

[125] _honour._] _honour,_ Ff.

[125, 126] _Good ... so:_] _Good a lone,_ _Is good without a name?

Vilenesse is so:_ F1 F2. _Good alone, ... name? Vileness is so:_ F3.

_Good alone, ... name. Vileness is so:_ F4. _good ... name, in't self

is so:_ Hanmer. _good alone Is good; and, with a name, vileness is

so:_ Warburton. _good alone Is good, without a name vileness is so:_

Johnson. _Virtue alone Is good without a name; Helen is so:_ Johnson

conj. _good alone Is good, without a name; in vileness is so_ Steevens

conj. _good alone Is good;--without a name, vileness is so_ Mason

conj.

[127] _it is_] _is is_ F1.

[128] _young_] _good_ Warburton. _sprung_ Becket conj.

[131] _honour's born_] _honour-born_ Hanmer.

[132] _thrive_] F1. _best thrive_ F2 F3 F4.

[134] _word's_] F2 F3 F4. _words,_ F1.

[135] _grave_] _grave:_ Ff.

[137, 138] _tomb Of ... indeed._] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). _tomb. Of

... indeed,_ Ff.

[146] _defeat,_] Ff. _defend_ Theobald. _defeat,_-- Id. conj.

[155] _travails_] _trauailes_ F1. _travailes_ F2. _travells_ F3.

_travels_ F4.

[159] _throw_] _through_ F2.

_care_] F1 F2. _cares_ F3 F4.

[160] _staggers and the_] _staggering and_ Long MS.

_the careless_] F1. _careless_ F2. _the cureless_ S. Walker conj.

[161] _both_] om. Theobald.

[162] _Loosing_] _Let loose_ Hanmer.

[163] _Speak: thine_] _Speak, thine_ F1 F2 F3. _Speak thine_ F4.

[167] _bid it_] Ff. _bid_ Rowe.

[169] _praised_] _prised_ Warburton.

_who, so_] _who's so_ Long MS.

[172] _to_] F1. _in_ F2 F3 F4.

[175] _this_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.

[175-177] _whose ... And be_] _what ... Shall be_ Johnson conj.

[176] _now-born_] _now born_ F3 F4. _now borne_ F1 F2. _new-born_

Warburton.

[180] [Exeunt...] Exeunt. Parolles and Lafew stay behind, commenting

of this wedding. Ff.

[181] SCENE VII. Pope.

[199] _thou_] F1 F2. _if thou_ F3 F4.

[200] _bannerets_] F1 F2. _banners_ F3 F4.

[208] _if_--] Theobald. _if,_ F1 F2. _is,_ F3 F4.

[209] _lattice_] F3 F4. _lettice_ F1 F2.

[210] _for_] om. F3 F4.

[217] _wiser._] _wiser_-- Theobald.

[219] _o' the_] Rowe (ed. 2). _a' th_ Ff.

[220] _shalt_] _shall_ F1.

[222, 223] _in the default_] _on thy defaults_ Hanmer.

[226, 227] _for doing ... leave_] Put in the margin as spurious by

Hanmer.

[226] _past; as I will_] _past; * * * as I will_ Warburton, who

supposes a line to be lost. _past; as I will be_ Capell conj. _past,

so I will by thee_ Staunton conj.

[229] _scurvy lord_] _scabby lord_ Collier conj.

[238, 239] _he ... whom_] _he my good lord, whom_ Rowe (ed. 2). _he,

my good lord, whom_ Pope.

[239] _whom_] _he whom_ Capell.

[243] _o'_] Rowe (ed. 2). _a_ Ff.

[246] _methinks't_] Dyce (S. Walker conj.). _methink'st_ Ff.

_methinks_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[253, 254] _commission ... heraldry_] Ff. _heraldry ... commission_

Hanmer. _condition ... heraldry_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[256] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[257] Re-enter B.] Enter Count Rossillion. Ff (after line 255).

[259] _What's_] _What is_ F4.

[260, 261] _Although ... her_] Printed as prose in Ff, as verse first

by Rowe (ed. 2).

[265, 266] _France ... wars_] Printed as verse in Ff, as prose by

Pope.

[266] _wars!_] _wars, Bertram!_ or _wars, Rousillon!_ Anon. conj.

[271] _kicky-wicky_] _kickie wickie_ F1. _kicksie wicksie_ F2 F3.

_kicksy wicksy_ F4. _kicksy-winsy_ Collier conj.

[274, 275] _regions France_] Pope. _regions, France_ Ff. _regions!

France_ Capell.

[282] _war_] _warres_ F1.

[283] _detested_] Rowe. _detected_ Ff. See note (XI).

[286] _to-morrow_] _even to-morrow_ Hanmer. _betimes to-morrow_

Steevens conj.

[290] _her bravely; go_] _her; bravely go_ Delius.

SCENE IV. _Paris. The King's Palace._

_Enter_ HELENA _and_ CLOWN.

_Hel._ My mother greets me kindly: is she well?

_Clo._ She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's

very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be given,

she's very well and wants nothing i' the world; but yet

she is not well. 5

_Hel._ If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's

not very well?

_Clo._ Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.

_Hel._ What two things?

_Clo._ One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send 10

her quickly! the other, that she's in earth, from whence

God send her quickly!

_Enter_ PAROLLES.

_Par._ Bless you, my fortunate lady!

_Hel._ I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine

own good fortunes. 15

_Par._ You had my prayers to lead them on; and to

keep them on, have them still. O, my knave, how does

my old lady?

_Clo._ So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I

would she did as you say. 20

_Par._ Why, I say nothing.

_Clo._ Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's

tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say nothing, to

do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be

a great part of your title; which is within a very little of 25

nothing.

_Par._ Away! thou'rt a knave.

_Clo._ You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt

a knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had been

truth, sir. 30

_Par._ Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.

_Clo._ Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you

taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable; and

much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure

and the increase of laughter. 35

_Par._ A good knave, i' faith, and well fed.

Madam, my lord will go away to-night;

A very serious business calls on him.

The great prerogative and rite of love,

Which, as your due, time claims, he does acknowledge; 40

But puts it off to a compell'd restraint;

Whose want, and whose delay, is strew'd with sweets,

Which they distil now in the curbed time,

To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,

And pleasure drown the brim.

_Hel._ What's his will else? 45

_Par._ That you will take your instant leave o' the king,

And make this haste as your own good proceeding,

Strengthen'd with what apology you think

May make it probable need.

_Hel._ What more commands he?

_Par._ That, having this obtain'd, you presently 50

Attend his further pleasure.

_Hel._ In every thing I wait upon his will.

_Par._ I shall report it so.

_Hel._ I pray you. [_Exit Parolles._]

Come, sirrah. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE IV.] SCENE IX. Pope.

The King's Palace.] Another room in the same. Capell.

[2-5] S. Walker would read as four lines of verse, ending _health ...

not well ... wants ... well._

[3] _but thanks_] _thanks_ Hanmer.

[10] _she's_] F1. _she is_ F2 F3 F4.

[11] _in earth_] _on earth_ Hanmer.

_from whence_] _whence_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[15] _fortunes_] Capell (Heath conj.). _fortune_ Ff.

[23] _shakes out_] _speaks out_ Warburton. _shapes out_ Anon. conj.

_shakes to_ Anon. conj.

[27] _thou'rt_] Rowe. _th' art_ Ff. _Before God thou'rt_ Anon. conj.

[28, 29] _knave ... knave; ... me thou'rt_] _knave, ... knave, ... me

th' art_ F1 F2. _knave, ... knave, ... th' art_ F3 F4. _knave; thou

art a knave; and I am before thee that art_ Hanmer.

[28] _thou'rt_] Capell. _th' art_ Ff.

[33] _find me? The search_] Rowe. _find me?_ Clo. _The search_ Ff.

_find me?_ Par. _Go to, I say: I have found thee: no more; I have

found thee, a witty fool._ Clo. _The search_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[39] _rite_] _right_ Capell.

[40] _due, time claims_] _duteous claim_ or _duty's claim_ Anon.

conj.

[41] _to_] F1 F2. _by_ F3 F4. _on_ Capell.

[42] _is_] _are_ Hanmer.

[43] _curbed_] _cup of_ Collier conj.

[46] _o'_] Rowe. _a'_ Ff.

[53] [Exit Par.] Ff (after _so_).

[_you. Come_] Theobald. _you come_ Ff.

[Exeunt.] Exit. Ff.

SCENE V. _Paris. The Kings Palace._

_Enter_ LAFEU _and_ BERTRAM.

_Laf._ But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.

_Ber._ Yes, my lord, and of very valiant approof.

_Laf._ You have it from his own deliverance.

_Ber._ And by other warranted testimony.

_Laf._ Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for 5

a bunting.

_Ber._ I do assure you, my lord, he is very great in

knowledge, and accordingly valiant.

_Laf._ I have then sinned against his experience and

transgressed against his valour; and my state that way is 10

dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my heart to repent.

Here he comes: I pray you, make us friends; I will pursue

the amity.

_Enter_ PAROLLES.

_Par._ These things shall be done, sir. [_To Bertram._

_Laf._ Pray you, sir, who's his tailor? 15

_Par._ Sir?

_Laf._ O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good

workman, a very good tailor.

_Ber._ Is she gone to the king? [_Aside to Parolles._

_Par._ She is. 20

_Ber._ Will she away to-night?

_Par._ As you'll have her.

_Ber._ I have writ my letters, casketed my treasure,

Given order for our horses; and to-night,

When I should take possession of the bride, 25

End ere I do begin.

_Laf._ A good traveller is something at the latter end of

a dinner; but one that lies three thirds, and uses a known

truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once

heard, and thrice beaten. God save you, captain. 30

_Ber._ Is there any unkindness between my lord and

you, monsieur?

_Par._ I know not how I have deserved to run into my

lord's displeasure.

_Laf._ You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs 35

and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and out of

it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your

residence.

_Ber._ It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.

_Laf._ And shall do so ever, though I took him at's 40

prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this of me,

there can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this

man is his clothes. Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence;

I have kept of them tame, and know their natures.

Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you 45

than you have or will to deserve at my hand; but we must

do good against evil. [_Exit._

_Par._ An idle lord, I swear.

_Ber._ I think so.

_Par._ Why, do you not know him? 50

_Ber._ Yes, I do know him well, and common speech

Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.

_Enter_ HELENA.

_Hel._ I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,

Spoke with the king, and have procured his leave

For present parting; only he desires 55

Some private speech with you.

_Ber._ I shall obey his will.

You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,

Which holds not colour with the time, nor does

The ministration and required office

On my particular. Prepared I was not 60

For such a business; therefore am I found

So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you,

That presently you take your way for home,

And rather muse than ask why I entreat you;

For my respects are better than they seem, 65

And my appointments have in them a need

Greater than shows itself at the first view

To you that know them not. This to my mother:

[_Giving a letter._

'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so,

I leave you to your wisdom.

_Hel._ Sir, I can nothing say, 70

But that I am your most obedient servant.

_Ber._ Come, come, no more of that.

_Hel._ And ever shall

With true observance seek to eke out that

Wherein toward me my homely stars have fail'd

To equal my great fortune.

_Ber._ Let that go: 75

My haste is very great: farewell; hie home.

_Hel._ Pray, sir, your pardon.

_Ber._ Well, what would you say?

_Hel._ I am not worthy of the wealth I owe;

Nor dare I say 'tis mine, and yet it is;

But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal 80

What law does vouch mine own.

_Ber._ What would you have?

_Hel._ Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.

I would not tell you what I would, my lord: faith, yes;

Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.

_Ber._ I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse. 85

_Hel._ I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.

_Ber._ Where are my other men, monsieur? Farewell.

[_Exit Helena._

Go thou toward home; where I will never come,

Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum.

Away, and for our flight.

_Par._ Bravely, coragio! [_Exeunt._ 90

LINENOTES:

SCENE V.] SCENE X. Pope.

The King's Palace.] Another room in the same. Capell.

[11] _yet_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[14] [To Bertram.] Capell.

[15] _Pray you_] _I pray you_ Rowe.

_who's_] _whose_ F1.

[17] _sir, 's_] Theobald. _sir's_ F2 F3 F4. _sirs_ F1. _sits_ Pope.

[19] [Aside ...] Rowe.

[23-26] _I have ... begin_] Printed as prose by Pope.

[24] _horses_] F1. _horse_ F2 F3 F4.

[25, 26] _bride, End ... begin._] Collier (Egerton MS.), _bride, And

... begin_ Ff. _bride--And ... begin--_ Rowe.

[28] _one that_] Rowe (ed. 2). _on that_ Ff. _if on that he_ Rowe (ed.

1).

[30] _heard_] _hard_ F1.

_you_] _your_ F2.

[36] _leaped_] _leapt_ F1. _leapes_ F2. _leaps_ F3 F4.

_custard_] See note (XII).

[46] _or will_] _qualities or will_ Malone conj. _wit or will_ Singer

conj.

[_to_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.

[_hand_] F1 F2. _hands_ F3 F4.

[47] [Exit.] Rowe.

[49] _so_] _not so_ Long MS.

[51, 52] _Yes ... clog_] As prose in Hanmer.

[53] SCENE XI. Pope.

[57] _must_] _must must_ F2.

[64] _ask why I_] _ask why, I_ Hanmer.

[_entreat you_] _dismiss you_ S. Walker conj. _request it_

Bailey conj.

[68] [Giving a letter.] Rowe.

[75, 76] _Let ... home_] Printed as prose in Ff.

[83, 84] _I would ... kiss_] Arranged as in Ff. As three lines, ending

_lord ... yes ... kiss._ Dyce conj.

[83] _my lord_] om. Hanmer.

[87] Ber. _Where are ... Farewell_] Hanmer (Theobald conj.): continued

to Helena in Ff.

_men, monsieur?_] Hanmer (Theobald conj.). _men? Monsieur:_

Ff.

[Exit H.] Hanmer. [Exit. Ff. [Exit Hel. Warburton (after

line 86).

[90] [Exeunt] om. Ff.

[... attended] Capell. om. Ff.

ACT III.

SCENE I. _Florence. The_ DUKE'S _palace._

_Flourish. Enter the_ DUKE _of Florence, attended; the two Frenchmen

with a troop of soldiers._

_Duke._ So that from point to point now have you heard

The fundamental reasons of this war.

Whose great decision hath much blood lot forth

And more thirsts after.

_First Lord._ Holy seems the quarrel

Upon your Grace's part; black and fearful 5

On the opposer.

_Duke._ Therefore we marvel much our cousin France

Would in so just a business shut his bosom

Against our borrowing prayers.

_Sec. Lord._ Good my lord,

The reasons of our state I cannot yield, 10

But like a common and an outward man,

That the great figure of a council frames

By self-unable motion: therefore dare not

Say what I think of it, since I have found

Myself in my incertain grounds to fail 15

As often as I guess'd.

_Duke._ Be it his pleasure.

_First Lord._ But I am sure the younger of our nature,

That surfeit on their ease, will day by day

Come here for physic.

_Duke._ Welcome shall they be;

And all the honours that can fly from us 20

Shall on them settle. You know your places well;

When better fall, for your avails they fell:

To-morrow to the field. [_Flourish. Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

[5] _part_] _party_ S. Walker conj.

[_black_] _but black_ Pope.

[6] _opposer_] _opposer's_ Hanmer.

[9] Sec. Lord] 2 Lord. Rowe. French E. Ff.

[13] _By_] _From_ Theobald conj.

_motion_] _notion_ Warburton (Theobald conj.).

[17] First Lord] Fren. G. F1. Fre. G. F2 F3 F4. 2 Lord. Rowe.

_nature_] _nation_ Rowe.

[22] _fell_] _fall_ Hanmer (Thirlby conj.)

[23] _to_] _to 'th_ F1.

[Exeunt.] om. Ff.

SCENE II. _Rousillon. The_ COUNT'S _Palace._

_Enter_ COUNTESS _and_ CLOWN.

_Count._ It hath happened all as I would have had it,

save that he comes not along with her.

_Clo._ By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very

melancholy man.

_Count._ By what observance, I pray you? 5

_Clo._ Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend

the ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teeth

and sing. I know a man that had this trick of melancholy

sold a goodly manor for a song.

_Count._ Let me see what he writes, and when he means 10

to come. [_Opening a letter._

_Clo._ I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our

old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like

your old ling and your Isbels o' the court: the brains of

my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an old 15

man loves money, with no stomach.

_Count._ What have we here?

_Clo._ E'en that you have there. [_Exit._

_Count._ [_reads_] have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath

recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded 20

her; and sworn to make the 'not' eternal. You shall hear I am

run away: know it before the report come. If there be breadth

enough in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty to you.

Your unfortunate son,

BERTRAM. 25

This is not well, rash and unbridled boy,

To fly the favours of so good a king;

To pluck his indignation on thy head

By the misprising of a maid too virtuous

For the contempt of empire. 30

_Re-enter_ CLOWN.

_Clo._ O madam, yonder is heavy news within between

two soldiers and my young lady!

_Count._ What is the matter?

_Clo._ Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some

comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought 35

he would.

_Count._ Why should he be killed?

_Clo._ So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:

the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of men, though

it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you 40

more: for my part, I only hear your son was run away.

[_Exit._

_Enter_ HELENA _and two_ Gentlemen.

_First Gent._ Save you, good madam.

_Hel._ Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.

_Sec. Gent._ Do not say so.

_Count._ Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen, 45

I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief,

That the first face of neither, on the start,

Can woman me unto't: where is my son, I pray you?

_Sec. Gent._ Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:

We met him thitherward; for thence we came, 50

And, after some dispatch in hand at court,

Thither we bend again.

_Hel._ Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.

[_reads_] When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which

never shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that 55

I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a 'then' I write

a 'never.'

This is a dreadful sentence.

_Count._ Brought you this letter, gentlemen?

_First Gent._ Ay, madam;

And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains. 60

_Count._ I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;

If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine,

Thou robb'st me of a moiety: he was my son;

But I do wash his name out of my blood,

And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he? 65

_Sec. Gent._ Ay, madam.

_Count._ And to be a soldier?

_Sec. Gent._ Such is his noble purpose; and, believe 't,

The Duke will lay upon him all the honour

That good convenience claims.

_Count._ Return you thither?

_First Gent._ Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed. 70

_Hel._ [_reads_] Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.

'Tis bitter.

_Count._ Find you that there?

_Hel._ Ay, madam.

_First Gent._ 'Tis but the boldness of his hand, haply,

which his heart was not consenting to. 75

_Count._ Nothing in France, until he have no wife!

There's nothing here that is too good for him

But only she; and she deserves a lord

That twenty such rude boys might tend upon

And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him? 80

_First Gent._ A servant only, and a gentleman

Which I have sometime known.

_Count._ Parolles, was it not?

_First Gent._ Ay, my good lady, he.

_Count._ A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.

My son corrupts a well-derived nature 85

With his inducement.

_First Gent._ Indeed, good lady,

The fellow has a deal of that too much,

Which holds him much to have.

_Count._ Y' are welcome, gentlemen.

I will entreat you, when you see my son, 90

To tell him that his sword can never win

The honour that he loses: more I'll entreat you

Written to bear along.

_Sec. Gent._ We serve you, madam,

In that and all your worthiest affairs.

_Count._ Not so, but as we change our courtesies. 95

Will you draw near? [_Exeunt Countess and Gentlemen._

_Hel._ 'Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.'

Nothing in France, until he has no wife!

Thou shalt have none, Rousillon, none in France;

Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is 't I 100

That chase thee from thy country and expose

Those tender limbs of thine to the event

Of the none-sparing war? and is it I

That drive thee from the sportive court, where thou

Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark 105

Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,

That ride upon the violent speed of fire,

Fly with false aim; move the still-peering air,

That sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.

Whoever shoots at him, I set him there; 110

Whoever charges on his forward breast,

I am the caitiff that do hold him to 't;

And, though I kill him not, I am the cause

His death was so effected: better 'twere

I met the ravin lion when he roar'd 115

With sharp constraint of hunger; better 'twere

That all the miseries which nature owes

Were mine at once. No, come thou home, Rousillon,

Whence honour but of danger wins a scar,

As oft it loses all: I will be gone; 120

My being here it is that holds thee hence:

Shall I stay here to do't? no, no, although

The air of paradise did fan the house,

And angels officed all: I will be gone,

That pitiful rumour may report my flight, 125

To consolate thine ear. Come, night; end, day!

For with the dark, poor thief, I'll steal away. [_Exit._

LINENOTES:

[7] _the ruff_] _his ruff_ Rowe. _the ruffle_ Whalley conj.

[8] _know_] _knew_ Rowe.

[9] _sold_] F3 F4. _hold_ F1 F2.

_sold ... manor for_] _holds ... manner for_ Harness conj. _hold ...

manor by_ Collier conj.

[11] [Reads the letter. Theobald.

[13] _ling_] F2 F3 F4. _lings_ F1.

[14] _old ling_] _youngling_ S. Walker conj.

_brains_] _brain_ Pope.

[18] _E'en_] Theobald. _In_ Ff.

[19] Count. [reads] A letter. Ff.

[30] _contempt_] F1 F2 F3. _content_ F4.

[41] _hear_] _heard_ Hanmer.

[42] SCENE III. Pope.

First Gent.] 1 Gen. Rowe. French E. Ff. See note (VI).

[44] Sec. Gent.] 2 Gen. Rowe. French G. F1 F3 F4. Fren. G. F2. See

note (VI).

[45] _patience. Pray you,_] _patience, pray you_ F1 F2. _patience;

pray you_ F3. _patience: pray you_ F4. _patience, 'pray you:_ Hanmer.

[46] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

[48] _I pray you_] om. Theobald.

[50] _for_] _from_ Rowe.

[53] _his_] _this_ Rowe.

[54] [reads.] Capell.

[54, 55] _upon my ... off_] _from my ... off_ Hanmer. _upon thy ...

off mine_ Johnson conj. (withdrawn).

[59] First Gent.] 1 G. F1 F2 F3. 1 Gen. F4.

[59, 60] _Ay, madam ... pains_] Arranged as in Capell; printed as

prose in Ff.

[62] _are_] _as_ Rowe.

[71] [reads] Reading. Rowe.

[72] _bitter_] F1. _better_ F2 F3 F4.

[73] _Ay_] _Yes_ Rowe.

[74] _haply_] F1. _happily_ F2 F3 F4.

[81, 82] _A servant ... known_] Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first

in Pope.

[82] _sometime_] F1 F2. _sometimes_ F3. _sometimes_ F4. _sometime_

Pope (ed. 2).

_was it_] Ff. _was't_ Pope.

[84-86] _A very ... inducement_] Printed as prose by Hanmer.

[84] _very_] om. S. Walker conj.

_and_] om. Pope.

[86] _Indeed_] _Why, indeed_ Capell.

[86-94] _Indeed ... affairs_] Printed as prose in Ff; as verse first

in Capell.

[87] _that too_] Rowe. _that, too_ Ff.

[88] _holds him much to have_] _soils him much to have_ Theobald conj.

_'hoves him not much to have_ Hanmer. _'hoves him much to leave_

Collier (Collier MS.), _fouls him much to have_ Singer conj.

[95] _courtesies_] Rowe (ed. 2). _courtesies_, Ff.

[96] [Exeunt C. and G.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff.

[97] SCENE IV. Pope.

[107] _violent_] _volant_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[108] _move the still peering_] F1. _move the still-piercing_ F2

F3 F4 (_still piercing_ F4). _pierce the still-moving_ Hanmer

(Warburton). _move the still-piecing_ Steevens (Anon. conj.). _rove

the still-piecing_ Tyrwhitt conj. _move the still-pierced_ Nares conj.

_mow the still-pacing_ Jackson conj. _wound the still-piecing_ Collier

(Collier MS.). _move the still 'pearing_ Grant White conj.

(withdrawn), _move the still-closing_ Bailey conj.

[109] _sings_] F1. _stings_ F2 F3 F4.

[112] _to't_] _to it_ Theobald.

[115] _ravin_] Capell. _ravine_ F1 F2 F3. _raving_ F4.

_rav'ning_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[124] _angels_] _angles_ F1.

[126] _consolate_] _consolats_ F2.

SCENE III. _Florence. Before the_ DUKE'S _palace_.

_Flourish. Enter the_ DUKE _of Florence_, BERTRAM, PAROLLES, Soldiers,

Drum, _and_ Trumpets.

_Duke._ The general of our horse thou art; and we,

Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence

Upon thy promising fortune.

_Ber._ Sir, it is

A charge too heavy for my strength; but yet

We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake 5

To the extreme edge of hazard.

_Duke._ Then go thou forth;

And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,

As thy auspicious mistress!

_Ber._ This very day,

Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:

Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove 10

A lover of thy drum, hater of love. [_Exit._

LINENOTES:

SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope.

Before ... palace.] Capell. Scene changes to the Duke's court in

Florence. Theobald.

PAROLLES] om. Capell.

[3] _Sir, it is_] See note (XIII.)

[4] _but yet_] F1. _but_ F2 F3 F4.

[6] _the_] _th'_ Ff.

_thou_] om. Pope.

SCENE IV. _Rousillon. The_ COUNT'S _palace_.

_Enter_ COUNTESS _and_ STEWARD.

_Count._ Alas! and would you take the letter of her?

Might you not know she would do as she has done,

By sending me a letter? Read it again.

_Stew._ [_Reads_] I am Saint Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone:

Ambitious love hath so in me offended, 5

That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon,

With sainted vow my faults to have amended.

Write, write, that from the bloody course of war

My dearest master, your dear son, may hie:

Bless him at home in peace, whilst I from far 10

His name with zealous fervour sanctify:

His taken labours bid him me forgive;

I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth

From courtly friends with camping foes to live,

Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth: 15

He is too good and fair for death and me;

Whom I myself embrace to set him free.

_Count._ Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!

Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much,

As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her, 20

I could have well diverted her intents,

Which thus she hath prevented.

_Stew._ Pardon me, madam:

If I had given you this at over-night,

She might have been o'erta'en; and yet she writes,

Pursuit would be but vain.

_Count._ What angel shall 25

Bless this unworthy husband? he cannot thrive,

Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear

And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath

Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,

To this unworthy husband of his wife; 30

Let every word weigh heavy of her worth

That he does weigh too light: my greatest grief,

Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.

Dispatch the most convenient messenger:

When haply he shall hear that she is gone, 35

He will return; and hope I may that she,

Hearing so much, will speed her foot again.

Led hither by pure love: which of them both

Is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense

To make distinction: provide this messenger: 40

My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;

Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE IV..] SCENE VI. Pope.

[4] Stew. [Reads] Collier. Letter Ff. Ste. Capell.

_Saint_] S. F1 F2 F3. _St._ F4.

[7] _have_] _hane_ F1.

[10] _Bless_] _'Bless_ Capell conj. MS.

_peace, whilst_] F3 F4. _peace. Whilst_ F1 F2.

[12] _His taken_] _Herculean_ Rann conj.

[15] _dogs_] _dog_ Rowe.

[18] Count.] Cou. Capell. om. Ff.

[19] _Rinaldo_] _Rynaldo_ F1 F3 F4. _Rynardo_ F2.

_did never lack_] _ne'er lack'd_ Hanmer.

[22] _me_] om. Pope.

[26] _cannot_] _can't_ S. Walker conj.

[27] _whom_] _which_ Hanmer.

[29] _Write, write_] F1 F3 F4. _Write and write_ F2.

_Write, oh, write_ Hanmer.

[33] _he do_] _do he_ Rowe (ed. 2). _does he_ Hanmer.

[39] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

_skill in sense_] _skill or sense_ Collier (Collier MS.).

[42] _and_] _but_ Hanmer.

SCENE V. _Florence. Without the walls. A tucket afar off._

_Enter an old_ Widow _of Florence_, DIANA, VIOLENTA, and MARIANA, _with

other_ Citizens.

_Wid._ Nay, come; for if they do approach the city, we

shall lose all the sight.

_Dia._ They say the French count has done most honourable

service.

_Wid._ It is reported that he has taken their greatest 5

commander; and that with his own hand he slew the Duke's

brother. [_Tucket._] We have lost our labour; they are gone

a contrary way: hark! you may know by their trumpets.

_Mar._ Come, let's return again, and suffice ourselves

with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French 10

earl: the honour of a maid is her name; and no legacy is

so rich as honesty.

_Wid._ I have told my neighbour how you have been

solicited by a gentleman his companion.

_Mar._ I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a 15

filthy officer he is in those suggestions for the young earl.

Beware of them, Diana; their promises, enticements, oaths,

tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they

go under: many a maid hath been seduced by them; and

the misery is, example, that so terrible shows in the wreck 20

of maidenhood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but

that they are limed with the twigs that threaten them. I

hope I need not to advise you further; but I hope your own

grace will keep you where you are, though there were no

further danger known but the modesty which is so lost. 25

_Dia._ You shall not need to fear me.

_Wid._ I hope so.

_Enter_ HELENA, _disguised like a Pilgrim._

Look, here comes a pilgrim: I know she will lie at my

house; thither they send one another: I'll question her.

God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound? 30

_Hel._ To Saint Jaques le Grand.

Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?

_Wid._ At the Saint Francis here beside the port.

_Hel._ Is this the way?

_Wid._ Ay, marry, is't. [_A march afar._] Hark you!

they come this way. 35

If you will tarry, holy pilgrim,

But till the troops come by,

I will conduct you where you shall be lodged;

The rather, for I think I know your hostess

As ample as myself.

_Hel._ Is it yourself? 40

_Wid._ If you shall please so, pilgrim.

_Hel._ I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.

_Wid._ You came, I think, from France?

_Hel._ I did so.

_Wid._ Here you shall see a countryman of yours

That has done worthy service.

_Hel._ His name, I pray you. 45

_Dia._ The Count Rousillon: know you such a one?

_Hel._ But by the ear, that hears most nobly of him:

His face I know not.

_Dia._ Whatsome'er he is,

He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,

As 'tis reported, for the king had married him 50

Against his liking: think you it is so?

_Hel._ Ay, surely, mere the truth: I know his lady.

_Dia._ There is a gentleman that serves the count

Reports but coarsely of her.

_Hel._ What's his name?

_Dia._ Monsieur Parolles.

_Hel._ O, I believe with him, 55

In argument of praise, or to the worth

Of the great count himself, she is too mean

To have her name repeated: all her deserving

Is a reserved honesty, and that

I have not heard examined.

_Dia._ Alas, poor lady! 60

'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife

Of a detesting lord.

_Wid._ I write good creature, wheresoe'er she is,

Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her

A shrewd turn, if she pleased.

_Hel._ How do you mean? 65

May be the amorous count solicits her

In the unlawful purpose.

_Wid._ He does indeed;

And brokes with all that can in such a suit

Corrupt the tender honour of a maid:

But she is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard 70

In honestest defence.

_Mar._ The gods forbid else!

_Wid._ So, now they come:

_Drum and Colours._

_Enter_ BERTRAM, PAROLLES, _and the whole army._

That is Antonio, the Duke's eldest son;

That, Escalus.

_Hel._ Which is the Frenchman?

_Dia._ He;

That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow. 75

I would he loved his wife: if he were honester

He were much goodlier: is't not a handsome gentleman?

_Hel._ I like him well.

_Dia._ 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave

That leads him to these places: were I his lady, 80

I would poison that vile rascal.

_Hel._ Which is he?

_Dia._ That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?

_Hel._ Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.

_Par._ Lose our drum! well.

_Mat._ He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us. 85

_Wid._ Marry, hang you!

_Mar._ And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!

[_Exeunt Bertram, Parolles, and army._

_Wid._ The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will bring you

Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents 90

There's four or five, to great Saint Jaques bound,

Already at my house.

_Hel._ I humbly thank you:

Please it this matron and this gentle maid

To eat with us to-night, the charge and thanking

Shall be for me; and, to requite you further, 95

I will bestow some precepts of this virgin

Worthy the note.

_Both._ We'll take your offer kindly. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE V.] SCENE VII. Pope.

Without the walls.] Capell. A public place in Florence. Theobald.

A tucket...] Transferred to line 7 by Dyce.

DIANA] her daughter. Ff.

VIOLENTA] om. Capell.

[1-14] As seventeen lines, ending _come ... city ... sight... done ...

service ... reported ... commander ... slew ... labour ... hark ...

trumpets ... again ... of it ... earl ... name ... rich ... honesty

... neighbour ... gentleman ... companion_ in Ff. First as prose by

Pope.

[3] Dia.] Violenta. Edd. conj.

[5] _taken_] _ta'en_ Rowe.

_greatest_] _great'st_ Ff.

[7] [Tucket.] Capell.

[18] _not_] _but_ Hanmer. om. Warburton.

[20] _is, example_] Rowe (ed. 2). _is example_ Ff.

[22] _threaten_] Pope, _threatens_ Ff.

[25] _known_] _found_ Hanmer (Warburton).

_the modesty_] _of the modesty_ Long MS.

[27] Enter...] Rowe. Enter Hellen. Ff.

[31] _le_] F3 F4. _la_ F1 F2.

[33] _here_] om. Theobald.

[34-37] Arranged as in Ff; as prose in Pope; as three lines, ending

_Hark you!... pilgrim ... by_ in Capell.

[35] _is't_] _is it_ Capell.

A march afar.] Ff. Tucket. Capell.

[36] _holy_] om. Capell.

[37] _the_] _the the_ F2.

[40] _ample_] _amply_ Capell conj.

[40, 41] _Is it ... pilgrim_] As one line in Capell.

[43] _I did_] _True, I did_ Hanmer.

[48] _Whatsome'er he is_] _What somere he is_ F1 F3 F4. _What somere

his is_ F2. _Whatsoe'er he is_ Rowe.

[52] _mere the_] _the meer_ Hanmer. _meerlye_ Warburton.

[54] _coarsely_] Johnson. _coursely_ Ff.

[60] _Alas_] _Ah_ Pope.

[63] _I write good creature,_] F1. _I right good creature,_ F2 F3 F4.

_Ah! right good creature!_ Rowe. _Ah! right; good creature!_ Theobald.

_Ay, right:--Good creature!_ Capell. _A right good creature:_ Steevens

(Malone conj.). _I weet, good creature,_ Steevens conj. _I write, good

creature,_ Grant White.

[68] _brokes_] _brooks_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[71] SCENE VIII. Pope.

[72] Enter Bertram...] Enter Count Rossillion... Ff (after _defence_,

line 71).

[77] _is't not a_] _but is it not A_ Hanmer.

[79] _he is_] _he's_ Hanmer.

[80] _places_] _paces_ Theobald. _pranks_ Heath conj. _passes_ Lettsom

conj.

[81] _I would_] _I'd_ Pope.

[82-84] _That ... well_] S. Walker reads as three lines, ending

_melancholy ... drum ... Well._

[84] _well_] om. Hanmer.

[87] [Parolles bows to them. Capell.

[88] Exeunt....] Exit. Ff.

[89] _bring you_] Rowe (ed. 2). _bring you,_ (_you_ in next line) F1.

_bring You,_ F2 F3 F4.

[96] _of_] F1. _on_ F2 F3 F4.

SCENE VI. _Camp before Florence._

_Enter_ BERTRAM _and the two French_ Lords.

_Sec. Lord._ Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him

have his way.

_First Lord._ If your lordship find him not a hilding,

hold me no more in your respect.

_Sec. Lord._ On my life, my lord, a bubble. 5

_Ber._ Do you think I am so far deceived in him?

_Sec. Lord._ Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct

knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as my

kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless

liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one 10

good quality worthy your lordship's entertainment.

_First Lord._ It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing

too far in his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some

great and trusty business in a main danger fail you.

_Ber._ I would I knew in what particular action to try him. 15

_First Lord._ None better than to let him fetch off his

drum, which you hear him so confidently undertake to do.

_Sec. Lord._ I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly

surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he knows

not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink him so, 20

that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into

the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our

own tents. Be but your lordship present at his examination:

if he do not, for the promise of his life and in the

highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you and 25

deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and

that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never

trust my judgement in any thing.

_First Lord._ O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch

his drum; he says he has a stratagem for't: when your 30

lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to what

metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be melted, if you

give him not John Drum's entertainment, your inclining

cannot be removed. Here he comes.

_Enter_ PAROLLES.

_Sec. Lord._ [_Aside to Ber._] O, for the love of laughter, 35

hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch off his

drum in any hand.

_Ber._ How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in

your disposition.

_First Lord._ A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum. 40

_Par._ 'But a drum'! is't 'but a drum'? A drum so lost!

There was excellent command,--to charge in with our

horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers!

_First Lord._ That was not to be blamed in the command

of the service: it was a disaster of war that Cæsar 45

himself could not have prevented, if he had been there to

command.

_Ber._ Well, we cannot greatly condemn our success:

some dishonour we had in the loss of that drum; but it is

not to be recovered. 50

_Par._ It might have been recovered.

_Ber._ It might; but it is not now.

_Par._ It is to be recovered: but that the merit of service

is seldom attributed to the true and exact performer,

I would have that drum or another, or 'hic jacet.' 55

_Ber._ Why, if you have a stomach, to't, monsieur: if you

think your mystery in stratagem can bring this instrument

of honour again into his native quarter, be magnanimous in

the enterprise and go on; I will grace the attempt for a

worthy exploit: if you speed well in it, the Duke shall both 60

speak of it, and extend to you what further becomes his

greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness.

_Par._ By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.

_Ber._ But you must not now slumber in it.

_Par._ I'll about it this evening: and I will presently 65

pen down my dilemmas, encourage myself in my certainty,

put myself into my mortal preparation; and by midnight

look to hear further from me.

_Ber._ May I be bold to acquaint his Grace you are gone

about it? 70

_Par._ I know not what the success will be, my lord;

but the attempt I vow.

_Ber._ I know thou'rt valiant; and, to the possibility of

thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.

_Par._ I love not many words. [_Exit._ 75

_Sec. Lord._ No more than a fish loves water. Is not

this a strange fellow, my lord, that so confidently seems to

undertake this business, which he knows is not to be done;

damns himself to do and dares better be damned than to

do't? 80

_First Lord._ You do not know him, my lord, as we do:

certain it is, that he will steal himself into a man's favour

and for a week escape a great deal of discoveries; but when

you find him out, you have him ever after.

_Ber._ Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of 85

this that so seriously he does address himself unto?

_Sec. Lord._ None in the world; but return with an invention

and clap upon you two or three probable lies: but

we have almost embossed him; you shall see his fall to-night;

for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect. 90

_First Lord._ We'll make you some sport with the fox

ere we case him. He was first smoked by the old lord

Lafeu: when his disguise and he is parted, tell me what a

sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this very night.

_Sec. Lord._ I must go look my twigs: he shall be caught. 95

_Ber._ Your brother he shall go along with me.

_Sec. Lord._ As't please your lordship: I'll leave you.

[_Exit._

_Ber._ Now will I lead you to the house, and show you

The lass I spoke of.

_First Lord._ But you say she's honest.

_Ber._ That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once 100

And found her wondrous cold; but I sent to her,

By this same coxcomb that we have i' the wind,

Tokens and letters which she did re-send;

And this is all I have done. She's a fair creature:

Will you go see her?

_First Lord._ With all my heart, my lord. [_Exeunt._ 105

LINENOTES:

SCENE VI.] SCENE IX. Pope.

Camp before Florence.] Capell.

Enter...] Rowe. Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen, as at first.

Ff.

[1] Sec. Lord.] Cap. E. Ff, and] generally throughout the scene, 1.

Ld. Rowe. Fr. Env. Collier. See note (VI).

[3] First Lord.] Cap. G. Ff, and throughout the scene. 2. Ld. Rowe.

Fr. Gent. Collier. See note (VI).

[18] Sec. Lord.] C. E. F1. G. E. F2. Cap. E. F3 F4. Omitted by Capell,

who continues the following speech to _1. L._

[22] _leaguer_] F4. _leager_ F1 F2 F3.

_adversaries_] _adversary_ or _adversary's_ Grant White conj.

[29, 30] _O ... drum_] Omit and lines 35, 36, 37. Capell conj.

[29] _fetch_] _fetch off_ Dyce (Collier MS.).

[31] _his_] Rowe. _this_ Ff.

[32] _ore_] _oar_ Theobald, _ours_ Ff. _ores_ Collier MS.

[33] _John_] _Tom_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

_inclining_] _inelining_ F1.

[35] SCENE X. Pope.

Enter P.] Dyce (after line 37).

[35-37] Marked as 'Aside' by Capell.

[36] _honour_] F3 F4. _honor_ F1 F2. _humour_ Theobald.

[42] _in_] F1 F2 F3. _him_ F4.

[44, 45] _command_] _conduct_ Collier conj.

[55] _'hic jacet.'_] _hic jacet_-- Theobald.

[57] _mystery_] _mastery_ Collier conj.

[73, 74] As three lines, ending _valiant ... souldiership ...

Farewell_ in Ff.

[73] _thou'rt_] Capell. _th' art_ Ff.

[74] _thy_] om. Warburton.

[76] SCENE XI. Pope.

[79] _do_] _do't_ F4.

[79, 80.] _to do 't_] _do 't_ Rann.

[83] _discoveries_] _discovery_ S. Walker conj.

[88] _probable_] _improbable_ S. Walker conj.

[92] _case_] _uncase_ Hanmer. _uncape_ Anon. conj.

[93] _is parted_] _are parted_ Hanmer.

_tell me_] _you'll tell me_ Rann conj.

[95] _I ... caught_] Continued to the former speaker by Capell.

_go look_] _go and look_ Rowe. _go lime_ Long MS. _go lack_ Jackson

conj. _go loop_ Anon. conj.

[97] Sec. Lord.] 2 Lord. Theobald. Cap. G. Ff.

Sec. Lord. _As't ... you_] Fr. Cent. _As't ... lordship._ Fr. En.

_I'll leave you._ Collier.

[99, 105] First Lord.] Cap. E. Ff.

[104] _I have_] _I've_ Pope.

SCENE VII. _Florence. The_ Widow's _house._

_Enter_ HELENA _and_ Widow.

_Hel._ If you misdoubt me that I am not she,

I know not how I shall assure you further,

But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.

_Wid._ Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,

Nothing acquainted with these businesses; 5

And would not put my reputation now

In any staining act.

_Hel._ Nor would I wish you.

First, give me trust, the count he is my husband,

And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken

Is so from word to word; and then you cannot, 10

By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,

Err in bestowing it.

_Wid._ I should believe you;

For you have show'd me that which well approves

You're great in fortune.

_Hel._ Take this purse of gold,

And let me buy your friendly help thus far, 15

Which I will over-pay and pay again

When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,

Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,

Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent,

As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it. 20

Now his important blood will nought deny

That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,

That downward hath succeeded in his house

From son to son, some four or five descents

Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds 25

In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,

To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,

Howe'er repented after.

_Wid._ Now I see

The bottom of your purpose.

_Hel._ You see it lawful, then: it is no more, 30

But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,

Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;

In fine, delivers me to fill the time,

Herself most chastely absent: after this,

To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns 35

To what is past already.

_Wid._ I have yielded:

Instruct my daughter how she shall persever,

That time and place with this deceit so lawful

May prove coherent. Every night he comes

With musics of all sorts and songs composed 40

To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us

To chide him from our eaves; for he persists

As if his life lay on't.

_Hel._ Why then to-night

Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed,

Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed, 45

And lawful meaning in a lawful act,

Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:

But let's about it. [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE VII.] SCENE XII. Pope.

[5] _businesses_] _basenesses_ Anon. conj.

[8, 17] _count he_] _county_ Edd. conj.

[8] _is_] _his_ F2

[14] _You're_] Y'are Ff. _You are_ Capell.

[17] _he_] om. Pope.

[19] _Resolved_] Collier (Egerton MS.). _Resolve_ F1. _Resolves_ F2 F3

F4.

_in fine_] om. Rowe (ed. 2).

[20] _how 'tis_] _how, 'tis_ Warburton.

[21] _his important_] F1 F2. _this important_ F3 F4. _this

importurate_ Rowe (ed. i). _his importunate_ Rowe (ed. 2).

[22] _county wears_] _countie weares_ F1. _county weares_ F2 F3.

_count wears_ F4. _count does wear_ Rowe. See note (XIV).

[28, 29] _Now ... purpose_] As in Capell. As one line in Ff. _Now do I

see ... purpose_ (as one line) Hanmer.

[34] _after this_] F2 F3 F4. _after_ F1. _afterwards_ Collier conj.

[36] _past_] _pact_ Anon. conj.

[40] _musics_] _Musickes_ F1 F2. _Musicks_ F3. _Musick_ F4.

[41] _steads_] F4. _steeds_ F1 F2 F3.

[42] _eaves_] Hanmer. _eeves_ Ff.

[46] _And lawful_] _Unlawful_ Hanmer.

_lawful act_] _wicked act_ Warburton. _lawless act_ Anon. conj.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. _Without the Florentine camp._

_Enter_ Second French Lord, _with five or six other_ Soldiers _in ambush._

_Sec. Lord._ He can come no other way but by this

hedge-corner. When you sally upon him, speak what terrible

language you will: though you understand it not

yourselves, no matter; for we must not seem to understand

him, unless some one among us whom we must produce 5

for an interpreter.

_First Sold._ Good captain, let me be the interpreter.

_Sec. Lord._ Art not acquainted with him? knows he not

thy voice? 10

_First Sold._ No, sir, I warrant you.

_Sec. Lord._ But what linsey-woolsey hast thou to speak

to us again?

_First Sold._ E'en such as you speak to me.

_Sec. Lord._ He must think us some band of strangers i'

the adversary's entertainment. Now he hath a smack of 15

all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every one be

a man of his own fancy, not to know what we speak one to

another; so we seem to know, is to know straight our purpose:

choughs' language, gabble enough, and good enough.

As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politic. But 20

couch, ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep,

and then to return and swear the lies he forges.

_Enter_ PAROLLES.

_Par._ Ten o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be

time enough to go home. What shall I say I have done?

It must be a very plausive invention that carries it: they 25

begin to smoke me; and disgraces have of late knocked too

often at my door. I find my tongue is too foolhardy; but

my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures,

not daring the reports of my tongue.

_Sec. Lord._ This is the first truth that e'er thine own 30

tongue was guilty of.

_Par._ What the devil should move me to undertake the

recovery of this drum, being not ignorant of the impossibility,

and knowing I had no such purpose? I must give

myself some hurts, and say I got them in exploit: yet 35

slight ones will not carry it; they will say, 'Came you off

with so little?' and great ones I dare not give. Wherefore,

what's the instance? Tongue, I must put you into a butter-woman's

mouth, and buy myself another of Bajazet's

mule, if you prattle me into these perils. 40

_Sec. Lord._ Is it possible he should know what he is,

and be that he is?

_Par._ I would the cutting of my garments would serve

the turn, or the breaking of my Spanish sword.

_Sec. Lord._ We cannot afford you so. 45

_Par._ Or the baring of my beard; and to say it was in

stratagem.

_Sec. Lord._ 'Twould not do.

_Par._ Or to drown my clothes, and say I was stripped.

_Sec. Lord._ Hardly serve. 50

_Par._ Though I swore I leaped from the window of the

citadel--

_Sec. Lord._ How deep?

_Par._ Thirty fathom.

_Sec. Lord._ Three great oaths would scarce make that 55

be believed.

_Par._ I would I had any drum of the enemy's: I would

swear I recovered it.

_Sec. Lord._ You shall hear one anon.

_Par._ A drum now of the enemy's,-- [_Alarum within._ 60

_Sec. Lord._ Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.

_All._ Cargo, cargo, cargo, villianda par corbo, cargo.

_Par._ O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes.

[They seize and blindfold him.

_First Sold._ Boskos thromuldo boskos.

_Par._ I know you are the Muskos' regiment; 65

And I shall lose my life for want of language:

If there be here German, or Dane, low Dutch,

Italian, or French, let him speak to me; I'll

Discover that which shall undo the Florentine.

_First Sold._ Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and 70

can speak thy tongue. Kerelybonto, sir, betake thee to

thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.

_Par._ O!

_First Sold._ O, pray, pray, pray! Manka revania dulche. 75

_Sec. Lord._ Oscorbidulchos volivorco.

_First Sold._ The general is content to spare thee yet;

And, hoodwink'd as thou art, will lead thee on

To gather from thee: haply thou mayst inform

Something to save thy life.

_Par._ O, let me live! 80

And all the secrets of our camp I'll show,

Their force, their purposes; nay, I'll speak that

Which you will wonder at.

_First Sold._ But wilt thou faithfully?

_Par._ If I do not, damn me.

_First Sold._ Acordo linta. 85

Come on; thou art granted space.

[_Exit, with Parolles guarded. A short alarum within._

_Sec. Lord._ Go, tell the Count Rousillon, and my brother,

We have caught the woodcock, and will keep him muffled

Till we do hear from them.

_Sec. Sold._ Captain, I will.

_Sec. Lord._ A' will betray us all unto ourselves: 90

Inform on that.

_Sec. Sold._ So I will, sir.

_Sec. Lord._ Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.

[_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

SCENE I. Without....] Capell. Continues in Florence. Pope. Part of the

French camp in Florence. Theobald.

Enter Second French Lord....] Edd. Enter one of the Frenchmen.... Ff.

Enter First Lord.... Capell. Enter French Envoy.... Collier. See note

(VI).

Sec. Lord.] 1. Lord. E. Ff.

[5] _among_] _amongst_ Rowe.

[7] _captain_] F3 F4. _captaine_ F1. _captaive_ F2.

[15] _adversary's_] Johnson, _adversaries_ Ff. _adversaries'_

Warburton.

[18] _know straight_] _shew straight_ Hanmer. _go straight to_ Collier

(Collier MS.).

[19] _choughs'_] _chough's_ F3 F4. _choughs_ F1 F2.

[23] _o'_] Johnson, _a_ Ff.

[29] _my_] _my own_ Mason conj. _mine own_ Rann.

[39 _myself_] om. Steevens.

_Bajazet's_] _Baiazeths_ F1. _Bajazeths_ F2 F3 F4.

[40] _mule_] F1 F2. _Mules_ F3 F4. _mute_ Hanmer (Warburton).

[57] _enemy's_] Malone. _enemies_ Ff. _enemies'_ Capell.

[60] _enemy's_,--] Edd. _enemy's!_ Malone. _enemies!_ Theobald.

_enemies._ Ff.

[62] _cargo, cargo_] _cargo_ Hanmer.

[63] [They ... him.] Rowe. om. Ff.

[64] _Boskos ... boskos_] F1. _Baskos ... baskos_ F2 F3 F4.

[65] _Muskos'_] Capell. _Muskos_ Ff.

[68] _or_] om. Capell.

[68, 69] Arranged as in Capell. _Ile ... Florentine_ (in one line) Ff.

_I will ... undo The...._ Malone.

[70-74] _Boskos ... pray!_] Printed as verse by Capell.

[73, 74] Par. _O!_ First Sold. _O, pray_] Par. _Oh, oh!_ 1. S. _Pray._

Capell.

[74] _revania_] F1. _revanta_ F2. _revancha_ F3 F4.

[76] _Oscorbidulchos_] F1. _Osceorbidulchos_ F2 F3 F4.

[86] Exit....] Capell. Exit. Ff.

A short alarum within.] Ff. om. Capell.

[88] _We have_] _We've_ Pope.

[90] _A'_] _A_ Ff. _He_ Rowe.

[91] _Inform on that_] _Inform 'em that_ Rowe. _Inform 'em too of

that_ Capell.