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Re-enter Biondello.

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. How now! what news?

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word

no telling. That she is busy, and she cannot come.

Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her. Pe!. How! she is busy, and the cannot come ! Wid. She shall not. Is that an answer?

Pet. I say, the shall;--and first begin with her, Gye. Ay, and a kind one too:

Kath. Fye! fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind Pray God, fir, your wife send you not a worse.

brow; Pc. I hope, better.

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
To come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Per. Oh, ho! intreat her!

Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; Nay, then the needs must come.

And in no sense is meet or amiable. Hor. I am afraid, sir,

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty; Enter Biondello.

And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Now, where's my wife?

Will deign to fip, or touch one drop of it. Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;| Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, She will not come; the bids you come to her. Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,

Per. Worse and worse; she will not come! And for thy maintenance: commits his body Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd!

To painful labour, both by sea and land; Surah, Grumio, go to your mistress;

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Say, I command her come to me. (Exit Grumio. While thou ly'st warm at home, secure and safe; Hor. I know her answer.

And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Pet. What?

But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Hor. She will not.

Too little payment for so great a debt. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Enter Karbarine.

Even such, a woman oweth to her husband: Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka- And, when she's froward, peevith, sullen, four, tharina!

| And not obedient to his honest will, Karb. What is your will, fir, that you sent for me? What is the but a foul contending rebel, Pct. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? And graceless traitor to her loving lord? Kath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire. I am afham'd, that women are so simple

Pe!, Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, To offer war where they thould knee for peace; Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands: Or seek for rule, fupremacy, and sway, . Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. . When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

[Exit Karbarinc. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Unapt to toil and trouble in the world ; Hor. And so it is ; I wonder what it bodes. But that our soft condition, and our hearts,

Pat. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, Should well agree with our external parts? And awful rule, and right supremacy ;

Come, come, you froward and unable worms.! And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy? My, mind hath been as big as one of yours,

Bap. Now fair befał thee, good Petruchio! My heart as great ; my reason, haply, more, The wager thou hast won; and I will add

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; But now, I see our lances are but straws; Another dowry to another daughter,

Our strength as weak, our weakness patt compare, For the is chang'd, as she had never been. That seeming to be most, which we indeed leaft are.

Pet. Nay, 1 will win my wager better yet ; Then vnil your stomachs", for it is no boot ; And how more sign of her obedience,

And place your hands below your husband's foot ; Her new-built virtue and obedience.

In token of which duty, if he please, Re-enter Kaibarine, with Biunia and Iliduw. My hand is ready, may it do him ease. [me, Kate. Seewhere she comes; and brings your fruward wives Per. Why there's a wench Come on, and kiss As prisoners to her womanly perfuafion

Lic. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou thalt ha't. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; | Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.


[froward. (Sbe pulls off ber cap, and ibrows it down. Luc. But a barth hearing, when women are Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to high, 1 Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :Till I be brought to such a fully pass!

We three are married, but you two are íped. Biun. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this ''Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white? ;

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: And, being a winner, God give you good night! The wifdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

[Excunt Petrucbio and Kalbarine. Hath coft me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Hor, Now go thy ways, thou hast lam'd a curtt Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.

Throw. Pei. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head- Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be 1trong women

tam'd so.

Excurl mes. :! Mcaning, lower your pride. 2 A phrase borrowed from archery: tke inack being commonly



King of France.

Steward, } Servants to the Countess of Roxfilim Dues of Florences

Clown, S
BERTRAM, Count of Roufillon.
LaFet, an old Lord.

| Countess of Rousillon, Mother to Bertram. PAROLLES, a parasitical Follower of Bertram ; a HELENA, Daughter to Gerard de Narbon, a famous

Coavard, but vain, and a great Pre- Physician, Jome Timeyince dead.
tender to Valour. ,

An old Widow of Florence, .. Several young French Lords, ibat ferve with Bertram Diana, Daughter to the Widow. ja sbé Florenting War. .


TA, Neighbours and Friends to the Widow.
Lords attending on the King ; Officers, Soldiers, &c.
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shoua, 14,5mm. Count. He was famous, sir, in his profeffion, and Ester Bertram, ebe Countess of Rousillon, Helena, and it was his great right to be fo : Gerard de Narbon. . . Lafeu, all in black.

Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam ; the Count. TN delivering my son from me, I bury king-very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and la second husband,

(mourningly : he was skilful enough to have liv'&* Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my till, if knowledge could have been set up against father's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's (mortality. command, to whom I am now in ward, ever- Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lanmore in subjection.

guishes of Lef. You shall find of the king a husband, ma- Laf. A fiftula, my lord, dan -you, sir, a father: He that so generally is Ber. I heard not of it before.. a all times good, muft of necessity hold his virtue Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was this to you; whole worthiness would stir it up where gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed abundance.

to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her Coast. What hope is there of his majesty's good, that her education promises : her disposiamendment ?

tions the inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer : Laf. He hath abandon'd his physicians, madam ; for where an unclean' mind carries virtuous quaunder whose practices he hath persecuted time with lities, there commendations go with pity, they are hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process, virtues and traitors too 3; in her they are the betbut only the lofing of hope by time

ter for their fimpleners 4, she derives her honoity, Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, and archieves her goodness, (O, that bad! how sad a passage 2 'tis! whose ikill Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from was almost as great as his honesty i had it stretch'd her tears.. . fa far, it would bave made nature immortal, and Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season dezh should have play'd for lack of work. 'Would, her praise in. The remembrance of her father for the king's sake, he were living ! I think, it never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her pouid be the death of the king's disease... forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No

I The heirs of great fortunes were anciently the king's wards, 2 Pasage means any thing that bales, and is here applied in the same lenfe as when we say the pallage of a book: 3 Dr. Jonnion chas comments upon this passage : « Etimable and useful qualities, joined with an evil disposition, give that evil disposition power over others, who, by admiring the virtue, are betrayed to the mai levolence." 4. 1. e. her excellencics are the better because they are artlets and open, without fraud, without design.



more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; left it be Look bleak in the cold wind : withal, full oft rather thought you affect a forrow, than to have. . we see

Hel. I do affect a forrow, indeed, but I have Cold 4 wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. it too.

Par. Save you, fair queen. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the Hel. And you, monarch. dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living Par. No.

Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the Hel. And no. . excess makes it soon mortal 1.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity ? Ber. Madam, I desure your holy wishes., Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in Laf. How understand we that? Sfather you ; let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to

Count. Be thou blest, Bertram ! and succeed thy virginity; how may we barricado it again it him? Ia manners, as in shape! Thy blood, and virtue, / Par. Keep him out. Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Hel. But be alsails; and our virginity, though Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, valiant, in the defence yet is weak ; unfold to us Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy some warlike resistance. Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Par. There is none; man, sitting down before Under thy own life's key : be check'd for filence, you, will undermine you, and blow you up. But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, and blowers up! Is there no military policy, Falloon thy head ! Farewell. My lord,

how virgins might blow up men? 'Tis an unscafon'd courtier, good my lord,

Par. Virginity being blown down, man will Advise him.

quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Laf. He cannot want the best,

down again, with the breach yourselves made, you That shall attend his love."

. flose your city. It is not politick in the commons Count. Heaven bless him ! Farewell, Bertram. Iwealth of nature, to preserve virginity, Lols of

(Exit Countess. virginity is rational increase; and there was never Ber. [To Helena.] The best wishes, that can be virgin got, till virginity was first lout. That, you forg'd in your thoughts, be servants to you! Be were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virgi. comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and nity, by being once lost, may be ten times found : make mạch of her.

by being ever kept, is ever lott: 'tis too cold a Laf. Farewell, "pretty lady : You must hold companion; away with it. the credit of your father. [Ex. Bertram and Lafeu. Hil. I will stand for't a little, though therefore

Hel. Oh, were that all! I think not on my I die a virgin. · father; ..

| Par. There's little can be faid in't ; 'tis against And these great tears 2 grace his remembrance more, the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virgiThan thote I Thed for him. What was he like? nity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most in, I have forgot him : my imagination

fallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.

virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be I am undone ; there is no living, nonc,

buried in highways, out of all fan&tified limit, as If Bertram be away. It were all one,

a desperate oftendress against nature. Virginity That I should love a bright particular star, | breeds mites, much like a cheese ; confumes itself And think to wed it, he is so above me:

to the very paring, and so dies with feeding its In his bright radiance and collateral light

own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevith, proud, Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhia The ambition in my love thus plagues itself : bited 6 sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot The hind, that would be mated by the lion, chuse but lose byłt: Out witht : within ten years Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, it will make itself two, which is a goodly increase; To see him every hour; to fit and draw

and the principal itself not much the worse. Away His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, with 't. In our heart's table ; heart, too capable

Hel. How might one' do, fir, to lose it to her ve every line and 3 trick of his sweet favour, - own liking ? But low he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy

Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that Murt'ia Etify his relicks. Who comes here? ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss Enter Parolles.

with lying; the longer kept, the less worth : off One that goes with him : I love him for his fake; with 't, while 'tis vendible : aniwer the time of reAnd yet I know im a notorious liar,

quest! Virginity, like an old courier; wears her Think him a grear a fool, solely a coward ; cap out of fashion ; richly suited, but unsuitable : Yet these fix'd evils fit ti fit in him,

just like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which That they take place, when virtue's steely bones wear not now : Your date is better in your pye


That is, « If the living do not indulge grief, grief defroys itself by its own excess.” ?ie. the tears of the king and counters. s . e. some peculiar feature of his face. 4 Cold is here put for naked, and thus contraired with superfluous or over-cloathed.'s Meaning, some colour of soldier. Parelle's was in red, as appears from his being afterwards called red-tail'd humble beg: 01:4 forbidden aan. *

and your porridge, than in your cheeki. And thou dieft in thine unthankfulness, and thine igno. your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our rance makes thee away ; farewel. When thou“ French wither'd pears': it looks ill, it ears dryly; halt leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, märy, 'tis a wither'd pear : it was formerly bet- remember thy friends : get thee a good husband, ter; marry, yet, 'tis å wither'd pear : Will you and use him as he uses thee; so farewel. (Exit. any thing with it

Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Hel. Not my virginity yet.

Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated fky There shall your master have a thousand loves, Gives us free fcope ; only, doth backward pull A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,

Our Now designs, when we ourselves are dull. A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,. . What power is it, which mounts my love so high; A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign, ..

That makes me fee, and cannot feed mine eye? A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;"

The mightiest space in fortune nature brings His humble ambition, proud humility, -.* To join like likes, and kiss like native things 4. His jarting concord, and his discord dulcet, Impoflible be strange attempts, to those His faith, his sweet disaster ; with a world, That weigh their pain in sense; and do suppose, Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove Thar blinking Cupid gossips 2. Now Thall hem To fhew her merit, that did miss her love? I know not what he shall: God send him well! The king's disease-my project may deceive me, The court's a learning place ; and he is one. But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. Par. What one, i'faith?

[Exit: Hel. That I wilh well. Tis picyPar. What's pity ?

Hel. That withing well had not a body in't;

The Court of France.
Which might be felt : that we, the poorer born,
Whole baser stars do shut us up in withes,

*** Flourish Cornets. Enter the King of France, with Might with effects of them follow our friends,

Letters, and divers Attendants. And Thew what we alone must think; which never King. The Florentines and Senoys s are by the Returns us thanks.

ears; Enter Page.

Have fought with equal fortune, and continue , Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. A braving war..

Exit Page. Lord. So 'tis reported, fir, Par. Little Helen, farewel : if I can remember. King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it thee, I will think of thee at court.

A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, Hel. Monsieur Paroiles, you were born under a With caution, that the Florentine will move us charitable star.

For speedy ajú ; wherein our dearest friend Par. Under Mars, I.

Prejudicates the business, and would seem He. I especially think, under Mars.

To have us make denial. Par. Why under Mars?

i Lord. His love and wisdom, Hel. The wars have kept you so under, that you Approy'd so to your majesty, may plead must needs be born under Mars.

For amplest credence.
Par. When he was predominant.

King. He hath arm'd our answer,
He. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. And Florence is deny'd before he comes :
Par. Why think you so ?

Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight. The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
Par. That's for advantage.

To stand on either part. Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the 2 Lo.d. It may well serve fafety : But the composition, that your valour and A nursery to our gentry, who are fick fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, For breathing and exploit. and I like the wear well.

1 King. What's he comes here? Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles. thee acutely: I will return perfect courtier ; in the Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, which, my instruction Thall serve to naturalize chec, Young Bertram. so thou wilt be capable of courtier's counsel, and King. Youth, thou bear'lt thy father's face; understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else (Frank nature, rather curious than in hatte,

i Shakspeare here quibbles on the word date, which means both age, and a kind of candied fruit.

Dr. Warburton is of opinion, that the eight lines following friend, is the nonsense of some foolish concerted player, who finding a thou fund loves spoken of, and only three reckoned up, namely, a metker's, a mistress's, and a friend's, would help out the number by the intermediace nonsense. The meaning of Helen, howevergi in this paffage may be, that the shall prove every thing to Bertram. 3 A metaphor taken from falconry; and meaning, a virtue that will Hy high, 4 Dr. Johnson explains these liacs thus : “ Nature brings like qualities and dispositions to meet through any disance that farture may have set between them; the joins them, and makes them kiss like things born together." 5 The Sereis were the people of a small republick, of which the capital was Sienna, and with whom Bee Fiorentines were at constant variance.



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Hath well composed thee. Thy father's moral parts / Since the physician at your father's died ?
May'st thou inherit too! Welcome to Paris. He was much fam'd.

Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. Ber. Some six months since, my lord.

King. I would I had that corporal soundness now, King. If he were living, I would try him yet ; As when thy father, and myself, in friendhip Lend me an arm;- the rest' have worn me out First try'd our soldiership ! He did look far With several applications :-nature and sickness Into the service of the time, and was

Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count ; Discipled of the bravest : he larted long;

My son's no dearer. But on us both did haggish age steal on,

Bar. Thank your majesty. [Flourish. Excur. And wore us out of act. It much repairs me To talk of your good father : In his youth

SC EN E III. ' . He had the wit, which I can well observe

A Room in the Count's Palace.', , a To-day in our young lords ; but they may jest,

Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown. Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, Ere they can hide their levity in honour'. om 1: Count. I will now hear : what say you of this So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness" gentlewoman? . . . Were in his pride or sharpness : if they were, Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, content 1, I wish might be found in the calendar Clock to itself, knew the true minute when " of my jaft endeavours ; for then we wound our Exception bid him speak, and, at that time, modesty, and make foul the clearnefs of our de. His tongue obey'd his hand: who were below him servings, when of ourselves we publish them. He us'd as creatures of another place ? ;

Count. What does this knave here? Get you And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, Igone, firrah : The complaints, I have heard of Making them proud of his humility,

you, I do not all believe ; 'tis my flowners, that I In their poor praise he humbled 3: Such a man do not : for, I know, you lack not folly to comMight be a copy to these younger times :

mit them, and have ability enough to make such Which follow'd well, would demonstrate them now knaveries yours 8. But goers backward.

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, that I Ber. His good remembrance, fir,

am a poor fellow. Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; 1 Count. Well, fir. ' So in approof 4 lives not his epitaph,

Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am As in your royal speech s.'

poor : though many of the rich are damn'd: But, King. Would, I were with him! He would al-lif I may have your ladyship's good will to go to ways say,

the world”, Ifbel the woman and I will do as we (Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words ]may. He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them

Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
To grow there, and to bear) --Let me not live, Clo. I do beg your good will in this case.
Thus his good melancholy oft began,

Count. In what cafe? .
On the catastrophe and heel of pastime,

Clo. In libel's case, and mine own. Service is When it was out, let me not live, quoth he, no heritage : and, I think, I shall never have the After my flame lacks oil, to be the fnuff

blessing of God, till I have issue of my body; for, of younger spirits, whose apprehenfive senses they say, bearns are blessings. All but new things disdain ; whose judgments are Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. Mere fathers of their garments; wbore confiancies Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it; I am Expire before ibeir fashions :- This he wish'd driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, 1, after him, do after him with too, .

that the devil drives, Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, Count. Is this all your worfhip's reason? I quickly were diffolved from my hive,

Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, To give some labourer room.

such as they are. 2 Lord. You are lov'd, fir;

* 1 Count. May the world know them? They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. TiClo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, King. I fill a place, I know't:- How long is't as you and all flesh and blood are ; and, indeed, I' count,

do marry, that I may repent.

1 That is, cover petty faults with great merit. .? i. e. he made allowances for their con duet, and bore from them what he would not from one of his own rank. 3 i. e. by condescending to ftoop to his inferiors, he exalted them and made them proud ; and, in the gracious receiving their poor praise, he humbied even his humility. 4 Approof is approbation. 5 Mr. Tollet explains this paslage Chus : " His epitaph or insoription on his tomb is not so much in approbation or commendation of him, as is your royal fpcech." 6 A Clown in Shakspeare is commonly taken for a licensed jejler, or domestick fool. We are not to wonder that we find this character often in his plays, tince fools were, at that time, maintained in all great families, to keep up merriment in the house. 7 i. e. to cqual your desires. & i. e. You are fool enough to commit those irregu! larities you are charged with, and yet not so much fool neither, as to discredit the accusation by any. defect in your ability. 91. e. to be married. Sec gole 1, p. 128,


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