THE WORKS
OF
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
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.
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CONTENTS.
[vii]
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 [viii]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 Induction
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Servants. }
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.
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
INDUCTION.
Scene I. Before an alehouse on a heath.
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!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him
by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and
[4]
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
15
Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;
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.
20
First Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
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,
25
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
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?
30
Sec. Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
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.
35
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
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?
40
First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
[5]
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
45
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
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;
50
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight
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;
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,
60
And that his lady mourns at his disease:
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
65
It will be pastime passing excellent,
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.
[6]
70
Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him;
And each one to his office when he wakes.
Belike, some noble gentleman that means,
Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Lord. Bid them come near.
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
Players. We thank your honour.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?
80
A Player. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
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
85
Was aptly
fitted and naturally perform'd.
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
90
Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
But I am doubtful of your modesties;
[7]
Lest over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,—
For yet his honour never heard a play,—
95
You break into some merry passion
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.
100
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
Let them want nothing that my house affords.
[Exit one with the Players.
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
105
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;
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
110
Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
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
115
May show her duty and make known her love?'
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,
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,
[8]
An onion will do well for such a shift,
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,
130
Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman:
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
135
May well abate
the over-merry spleen
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.
[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?
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
[9]
backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than
10
feet; nay,
sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as
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,
15
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I
bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask
20
Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me
sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom.
What! I am not bestraught: here's—
25
Sec. Serv. O, this
is it that makes your servants droop!
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
30
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
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:
35
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
[10]
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,
40
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
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.
45
First Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
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
50
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
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.
55
Third Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
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:
60
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
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;
65
And yet she is inferior to none.
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:
70
Upon my life, I am a lord indeed
[11]
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
75
O, how we joy to see your
wit restored!
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.
80
But did I never speak of all that time?
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,
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,
90
Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
And Peter Turph and
Henry Pimpernell
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were nor no man ever saw.
95
Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!
Sly. I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.
Page. How fares my noble lord?
[12]
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
100
Where is my wife?
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;
105
I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well. What must I call her?
Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
Lord. 'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords call ladies.
110
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
115
Madam, undress you and come now to bed.
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,
120
In peril to incur your former malady,
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.
Mess. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment,
Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
[13]
For so your doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing
too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy:
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.
135
a Christmas
gambold or a tumbling-trick?
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
140
side
and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be
younger.
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.
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;
5
And by my father's love and leave am arm'd
[14]
With his good will and thy good company,
My trusty servant, well approved in all,
Here let us breathe and
haply institute
Pisa renowned for grave citizens
Gave me my being and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
15
It shall become to serve all hopes conceived,
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
20
By virtue specially to be achieved.
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.
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
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This virtue and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's
checksAs
Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:
Balk logic
with acquaintance that you have
[15]
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And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics and the metaphysics,
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:
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In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
We could at once put us in readiness,
And take a lodging fit to entertain
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Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
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.
For how I firmly am resolved you know;
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That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter
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.
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Gre. [Aside] To cart her rather: she's too rough for me.
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,
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Unless you were of gentler, milder
mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:
[16]
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
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And paint your face and use you like a fool.
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver
us!
Gre. And me too,
good Lord!
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.
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Luc. But in the other's silence do I see
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
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What I have said, Bianca, get you in:
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
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Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
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.
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Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
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?
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[17]
And for I know she taketh most delight
In music, instruments and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
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Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,
Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
To mine own children in good bringing-up:
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And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
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.
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Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so
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
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means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she
delights, I will wish him to her father.
Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray.
know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may
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yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals
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.
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Hor. I say, a husband.
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?
[18]
Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and
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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.
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Hor. Faith, as you say, there's
small choice in rotten
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!
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Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets
the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio?
Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best
woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the house of her!
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Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio.
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;
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But see, while idly I stood looking on,
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,
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Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
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;
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Affection is not rated from the heart:
'Redime te
captum quam queas minimo.'
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Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
165
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan
strond.
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move
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And with her breath she did perfume the air:
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
Bend thoughts and
wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:
Her
eldest sister is so curst and shrewd
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.
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Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advised, he took some care
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted.
Tra.Master, for my hand,
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Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
[20]
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,
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And be in Padua here Vincentio's son;
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,
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Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces
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,
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Some Neapolitan, or
meaner man of Pisa.
'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.
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And I am tied to be obedient;
For so your father charged me at our parting,
'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he,
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Although I think 'twas in another sense;
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I love Lucentio.
[21]
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.
Here comes the rogue.
Sirrah, where have you been?
Bion. Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are
Or you stolen his? or both? pray, what's the news?
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Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,
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;
225
For in a quarrel since I came
ashoreI 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?
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Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:
Tranio is changed into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him: would I were so too!
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.
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But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I
adviseYou 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
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execute, to make one
among these wooers: if thou ask
me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.
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?
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Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady:
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.
Padua. Before Hortensio's house.
Enter Petruchio and his man Grumio.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and I trow this is
his house.
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.
Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there any
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
Gru. Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir,
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that I should knock you here, sir?
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.
[23]
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Pet. Will it not be?
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.
Hor.
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How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio!
and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at
Verona?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?
this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service, look
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you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir:
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.
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Pet. A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
And could not get him for my heart to do it.
[24]
Gru. Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not
these words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here,
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knock me well, and knock me soundly'? And come you
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.
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
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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:
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Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home
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:
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And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich
And very rich: but
thou'rt too much my friend,
And I'll not wish thee to her.
[25]
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as
we
Few words suffice; and therefore, if
thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
As old as
Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
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Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind
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
horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
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Hor. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
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:
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That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
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Pet. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect:
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.
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Hor. Her father
is Baptista Minola,
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is Katharina Minola,
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
[26]
Pet. I know her father, though I know not her;
And he knew my deceased father well.
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I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
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.
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O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think
scolding would do little good upon him: she may perhaps
call him half a score knaves or so: why, that's nothing; an
sir, an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in
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her face and so disfigure her with it that she shall have no
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,
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His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
Suitors to her and rivals in my love;
Supposing it a thing impossible,
For those defects I have before rehearsed,
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That ever Katharina will be woo'd;
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!
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A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
[27]
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;
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That so I may, by this device, at least
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
Hor. Peace, Grumio!
it is the rival of my love.
Gru. A proper stripling and an amorous!
Gre. O, very well; I have perused the note.
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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,
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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
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As for my patron, stand you so assured,
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!
[28]
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Gru. O this woodcock, what an ass it is!
160
And by good fortune I have lighted well
On this young man, for learning and behaviour
Fit for her turn, well read in poetry
165
And other books, good ones, I warrant
ye.
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
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To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.
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,
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I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
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.
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Gre. So said, so done, is well.
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?
[29]
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?
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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!
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You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat?
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?
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?
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Have I not in a pitched battle heard
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to
hearAs will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.
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Gru.For he fears none.
Gre. Hortensio, hark:
This gentleman is happily arrived,
My mind presumes, for his own good and
ours.
Hor. I promised we would be contributors
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And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.
[30]
Gre. And so we will, provided that he win her.
Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
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To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
Gre. Hark you, sir; you mean not
her to—
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Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir: what have you to do?
Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
Tra. I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go;
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Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
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?
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Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?
Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
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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;
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!
245
Luc. Sir, give him head: I know he'll prove a jade.
Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?
Tra. No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two,
250
The one as famous for a scolding tongue
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.
255
Pet. Sir, understand you this of me in sooth:
The youngest daughter whom you hearken for
Her father keeps from all access of suitors;
And will not promise her to any man
260
The younger then is free and not before.
Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Must
stead us all and me amongst the rest;
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
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For our access, whose hap shall be to have her
Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
Hor. Sir, you say well and well you do conceive;
[32]
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
270
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,
Please ye we may
contrive this afternoon,
And do as adversaries do in law,
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Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Gru. Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
Hor. The motion's good indeed and be it so,
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.
[32, 34] Whom ... worst] Printed as
prose in Ff Q, as verse first by Rowe
(ed. 2).
[38-40] 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;
Or what you will command me will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.
Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.
10
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all
the men alive
I never yet beheld that special face
[33]
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
15
I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more:
Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive
20
You have but jested with me all this while:
I prithee, sister Kate,
untie my hands.
Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes her.
Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps.
25
Go ply
thy needle; meddle not with her.
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.
30
Bap. What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.
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.
35
Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep
Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit.
Bap. Was
ever gentleman thus grieved as I?
But who comes here?
[34]
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.
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Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio.
God save you,
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.
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Gre. You are
too blunt: go to it orderly.
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,
50
Her
wondrous qualities and mild behaviour,
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,
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I do present you with a man of mine, [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:
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His name is
Licio, born in Mantua.
Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake.
She is not for your turn,
the more my grief.
Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her,
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Or else you like not of my company.
[35]
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.
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Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.
Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:
Baccare! you are marvellous forward.
Pet. O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; I would fain be doing.
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Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it.
To
express the like kindness, myself, that have been more
80
his name is Cambio;
pray, accept his service.
good Cambio. But, gentle sir [to Tranio], methinks you
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walk like a stranger: may I be so bold to know the cause
of your coming?
[36]
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.
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,
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I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo
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.
Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.
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Take you the lute, and you the set of books;
You shall go see your pupils presently.
These are their tutors: bid them use them well.
[Exit Servant, with Luc. and Hor., Bio. following.
[37]
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We will go walk a little in the orchard,
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.
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You
knew my father well, and in him me,
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?
120
Bap. After my death the one half of my lands,
And in possession twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I 'll assure her
of
Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,
125
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
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,
130
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
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:
135
So I to her and so she yields to me;
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,
140
That
shake not, though they blow perpetually.
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:
145
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
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;
150
When, with a
most impatient devilish spirit,
'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,
155
As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
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;
160
I love her ten times more than e'er I did:
O, how I long to have some chat with her!
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
She's apt to learn and thankful for good turns.
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Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
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
170
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
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,
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And say she uttereth piercing eloquence:
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.
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,
185
And
bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
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;
190
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
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
195
Remove you hence: I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
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.
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.
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Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
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.
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Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
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. Yours, if you talk of
tails: and so farewell.
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Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail?
nay, come again,
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;
220
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
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.
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Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.
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.
Kath. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
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Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one.
Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.
Kath. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth you scape not so.
Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go.
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Pet. No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle.
'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:
240
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look
askance,
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.
245
Why
does the world report that Kate doth limp?
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.
[42]
250
Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou
keep'st command.
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!
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Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. Yes; keep you warm.
Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed:
260
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
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;
265
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
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,
270
Conformable as other household
Kates.
Here comes your father: never make denial;
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.
Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
Pet. How but well, sir? how but well?
275
It were impossible I should speed amiss.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine! in your dumps?
[43]
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;
280
A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jack,
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,
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For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
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.
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:
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If she and I be pleased, what's that to you?
'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!
300
She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
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,
305
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
[44]
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.
I will be sure my Katharine shall be fine.
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Bap. I know not what to say: but give
me your hands;
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:
315
We will have rings, and things, and fine array;
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.
320
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you:
'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:
325
Now is the day we long have looked for:
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.
330
Gre. But thine doth fry.
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,
335
That can assure my daughter greatest dower
[45]
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;
340
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
345
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needlework,
Pewter and brass and all things that
belongTo house or housekeeping: then, at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
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Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls,
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.
355
Tra. That 'only' came well in. Sir, list to me:
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
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Old Signior Gremio has in Padua;
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!
365
My land amounts
not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy
[46]
What, have I choked you with an argosy?
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less
370
Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses,
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:
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If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
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,
380
She is your own; else, you must pardon me,
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?
385
I am thus
resolved: on Sunday next you know
My daughter Katharine is to be married:
If not, to Signior Gremio:
390
And so, I take my leave, and thank you both.
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!
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An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.
[47]
'Tis in my head to do my master good:
I see no reason but supposed Lucentio
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Must get a father, call'd—supposed Vincentio;
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.
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?
5
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
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
10
To know the cause why music was ordain'd!
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.
[48]
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Hor. Sirrah, I will
not bear these braves of thine.
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.
And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down:
His lecture will be done ere you have tuned.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
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Luc. That will be never: tune your instrument.
Bian. Where left we last?
'Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.'
Luc. 'Hic ibat,' as I told you before,—'Simois,' I am
Lucentio,—'hic est,' son unto Vincentio of Pisa,—
'Sigeiatellus,' disguised thus to get your love;—' Hic steterat,' and
that Lucentio that comes a-wooing,—'Priami,' is my man
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Tranio,—'regia,' bearing my port,—'celsa senis,' that we
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.
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Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it:
I trust you not;—'Hic
steterat Priami,' take heed he hear
[49]us not,—'regia,' presume not,—'celsa senis,' despair not.
Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
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Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
[Aside] How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life,
the knave doth court my love:
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Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides
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,
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,
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[Aside] And watch withal; for, but I be deceived,
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;
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To teach you
gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
[50]And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.
Bian. Why, I am past my
gamut long ago.
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Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
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,
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'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,
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Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,
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.
Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.
[Exit.
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Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant:
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.
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, Hic] Ff Q. Hac
Theobald.
41.] 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, gamut] Rowe. gamouth
71, 77.] 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.
[51]
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,
5
To want the bridegroom when the priest attends
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,
10
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen;
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,
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
And say, 'Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
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If it would please him come and marry her!'
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too.
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
[52]Though he be blunt, I
know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
Kath. Would Katharine had never seen
him though!
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
Much more a shrew of
thy impatient humour.
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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. When will he be here?
Bion. When he stands where I am and sees you there.
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, anold rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armoury, with a
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broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: his
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
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
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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.
[53]
Bap. Who comes with him?
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Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned
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;
for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and
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not like a Christian footboy
or a gentleman's lackey.
Tra. 'Tis some
odd humour pricks him to this fashion;
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell'd.
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.
70
Bap. Didst thou not say he comes?
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.
Bion. No, sir; I
say his horse comes, with him on his
back.
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Bap. Why, that's all one.
Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy,
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
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And yet not many.
Pet. And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
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,
90
Some comet or unusual prodigy?
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,
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An eye-sore to our solemn festival!
Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import
Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,
[55]And sent you hither so unlike yourself?
Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
100
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,
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:
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The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
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.
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Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore
ha' done with words:
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.
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But what a fool am I to chat with you,
When I should bid good morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a
lovely kiss!
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
120
To put on better ere he go to church.
Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.
Her father's liking: which to bring to pass,
[56]I am to get a man,—whate'er he be,
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.
130
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
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;
135
Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,
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,
140
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.
Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
145
Tra. And
is the bride and bridegroom coming home?
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.
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Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him!
I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest
'Ay, by gogs-wouns,' quoth he; and swore so loud,
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That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book;
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.'
Gre. Trembled and shook; for why he stamp'd and swore,
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
165
He had been aboard, carousing to his mates
After a storm: quaff'd off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly
170
And seem'd to ask
him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack
And I seeing this came thence for very shame;
175
And after me,
I know, the rout is coming.
Such a mad marriage
never was before:
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:
I know you think to dine with me to-day,
180
And have prepared great store of wedding cheer;
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:
185
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
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:
190
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence; and farewell to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Kath. Let me entreat you.
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Kath. Are you content to stay?
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.
Kath. Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
[59]No, nor to-morrow,
not till I please myself.
The door is open, sir; there lies your way;
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You may be jogging
whiles your boots are green;
'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.
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Kath. I will be angry: what hast thou to do?
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.
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,
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:
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,
230
Draw forth thy weapon,
we are beset with thieves;
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.
[60]
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
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Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
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.
240
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom
wants
For to supply the places at the table,
You know there
wants no junkets at the feast.
And let Bianca take her sister's room.
245
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
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.
Enter Grumio.
Gru. Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters,
man so
rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before
to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them.
5
Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips
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
[61]
to thaw me: but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself;
for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will
10
take cold. Holla, ho! 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.
15
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?
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
20
knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath
tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and
myself,fellow Curtis.
Gru. Am I but three inches? why,
thy horn is a foot;
25
and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
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?
30
Curt. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?
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,
35
the news.
Gru. Why, 'Jack, boy! ho! boy!' and as much news
Curt. Come, you are so full of cony-catching!
[62]
Gru. Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme
40
cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed,
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?
45
Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee,
news.
Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and
mistress fallen out.
Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby
50
hangs a tale.
Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
55
Curt. This
is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
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,—
Gru. What's that to thee?
Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed
me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she
65
under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a
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
70
cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was burst,
how I lost my crupper, with many things
of worthy memory,
which now shall die in oblivion and thou return unexperienced
Curt. By this reckoning he
is more shrew than she.
75
Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all
shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this?
and the rest: let their heads be
sleekly combed,
their blue coats brushed and their garters of an
indifferentknit: let them curtsy with their left legs and not presume
to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail till they kiss their
hands. Are they all ready?
85
Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to
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
90
her.
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!
Gru. Welcome, you;—how now, you;—what, you;—fellow,
you;—and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce
100
companions, is all ready, and all things neat?
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
105
To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse!
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
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,
115
And bring along
these rascal knaves with thee?
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:
120
There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Yet, as they are,
here are they come to meet you.
125
Where are
those—Sit down, Kate, and welcome.—
Re-enter Servants with supper.
Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
It was the friar of orders grey,
130
As he forth walked on his way:—
Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho!
Where's
my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:
One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.
Where are my slippers? Shall I have some
water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.
You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him.
140
Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?
145
Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is
all the meat.
What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?
How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,
[66]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.
150
You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves!
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;
155
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
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.
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.
Curt. In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her;
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,
170
And sits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away! for he is coming hither.
[Exeunt.
Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.
[67]My falcon now is sharp and passing empty;
175
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
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
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;
185
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet,
another way the sheets:
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And in conclusion she shall watch all night:
190
And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl
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,
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Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. [Exit.
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 F_ 3 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.
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.
[68]
5
Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching.
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?
Luc. I read that I profess, the Art
to Love.
Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
10
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!
15
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
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,
20
And makes a god of such a cullion:
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,
25
I will with you, if you be so contented,
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
[69]As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd
her withal.
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!
35
Hor. Would all the world but he had quite
forsworn!
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.
40
And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.
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
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?
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.
50
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame
her.
Bian. He says so, Tranio.
Tra. Faith, he is gone
unto the taming-school.
55
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place?
[70]
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.
Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long
60
That
I am dog-weary! but at last I spied
Will serve the turn.
Tra. What is he, Biondello?
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
65
In gait and countenance
surely like a father.
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.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.
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:
75
But then up farther,
and as far as Rome;
And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.
[71]
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
And come to Padua, careless of your life?
80
Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
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,
85
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'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
90
From Florence, and must here deliver them.
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;
95
Pisa renowned for grave citizens.
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,
100
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.
[Aside.
[72]
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
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
110
Till you have done your business in
the city:
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.
115
This, by the way, I let you understand;
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:
120
Go with
me to clothe you as becomes you.
[Exeunt.
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,
5
Upon entreaty have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to entreat,
Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
10
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:
[73]
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.
15
I prithee go and get me some repast;
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.
20
How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?
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.
25
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
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.
30
Gru. Why then, the mustard
without the beef.
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!
35
Go, get thee gone, I say.
Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
Kath. Faith, as cold as can be.
[74]
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.
Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am
40
To dress thy meat myself and bring it thee:
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.
45
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks;
And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.
50
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest
me. [Aside.
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,
55
With silken coats and caps and golden
rings,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,
60
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
Lay forth the gown.
[75]
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
65
A velvet dish: fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
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
70
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
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:
75
Your betters have endured me say my mind,
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
80
Even to the
uttermost, as I please, in words.
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;
85
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy,
God! what masquing stuff is here?
What, up and down, carved like an apple-tart?
90
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
95
According to the fashion
and the time.
[76]
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:
100
I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it.
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.
105
Tai. She says your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Thou
yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail!
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!
110
Braved in mine own house with a skein of thread?
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.
115
Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made
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?
120
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave
125
not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto
thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid
him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.
[77]
Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
130
Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.
in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of
brown thread: I said a gown.
Tai. [reads] 'With a small compassed cape:'
Tai. [reads] 'With a trunk sleeve:'
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
140
Tai. [reads] 'The sleeves curiously cut.'
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
145
armed in a thimble.
Tai. This is true that I say:
an I had thee in place
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give
me thy mete-yard, and spare
not me.
150
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.
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'
155
gown for thy master's use!
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!
160
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.
[Aside.
Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
[78]
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow:
Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
165
Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's
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,
170
So honour
peereth in the meanest habit.
What is the jay more precious than the lark,
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
175
O, no,
good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
180
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
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.
185
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
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:
190
I will not go to-day;
and ere I do,
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] 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] 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, 1382 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] 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).
[79]
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,
Tra. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,
But, sir, here comes your boy;
'Twere
good he were school'd.
10
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?
15
Bion. I told him that your father was
at Venice;
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.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met.
20
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua
25
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
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,
30
And she to him, to stay him not too long,
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
With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
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.
40
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
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,
45
And pass my daughter a sufficient
dower,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
We be affied and such assurance ta'en
50
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:
Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still;
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.
60
The worst is this, that, at so slender warning,
You are like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well.
Cambio, his you home,
65
Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,
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?
[82]
70
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Luc. What sayest thou, Biondello?
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.
80
Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the
deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.
85
Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your
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
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?
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Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an
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.
100
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented:
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.
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.
5
Kath. I know it is the sun that
shines so bright.
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.
10
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
[84]
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,
15
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say 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;
20
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is;
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl
should run,
25
And not unluckily against the bias.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
30
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
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.
35
Hor. A' will make the man mad, to make
a woman of him.
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man,
whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!
[85]
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.
45
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
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
50
Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.
Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry
mistress,
That with your strange encounter much amazed me,
55
And bound I am to Padua; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir.
Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
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I may entitle thee my loving father:
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;
65
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
Let me embrace
with old Vincentio,
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
[86]
70
Vin. But is this true? or
is it else your pleasure,
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;
75
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.
[Exeunt all but Hortensio.
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, Q_1.
[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.
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
5
then come back to my
master's as soon as I can.
[
Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello.
Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
[87]
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.
10
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go:
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
15
the gate?
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?
20
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall
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
25
come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
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.
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.
Bion. I have seen them in the church together:
God
35
send 'em good shipping! But who is here? mine
oldmaster Vincentio! now we are undone, and
brought to
nothing.
Bion. I hope I may choose, sir.
40
Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot
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
45
sir: see where he looks out of the window.
50
Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
[Exit.
Ped. Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!
[Exit from above.
Pet. Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this
Re-enter Pedant below; Tranio, Baptista, and Servants.
Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?
55
Vin. What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir? O immortal
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. 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.
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?
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Vin. His name! as if I knew not his name: I have
brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio;
and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior
75
Vincentio.
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?
80
Tra. Call forth an officer.
Carry this mad knave to the
gaol. Father Baptista, I
charge you see that he be forthcoming.
Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison.
85
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to
prison.
Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catched
in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.
90
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.
95
Vin. Thus strangers may be
haled and abused:
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.
Vin. Lives my sweet son?
[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, as fast as may be.
Bian. Pardon, dear father.
Luc. Here's Lucentio,
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit
supposes blear'd thine eyne.
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Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us
all!
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.
[91]
110
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
While he did bear my countenance in the town
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
115
What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
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
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daughter without asking my good will?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to:
Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit.
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.
125
Gre. My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest;
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?
130
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?
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:
135
Better
once than never, for
never too late.
[Exeunt.
[92]
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, gaol] Iaile F1 Q F2.
Jayle F3. Goal F4.
94, 118]
[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,
5
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
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;
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.
15
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
20
Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
[93]
Pet. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
25
Pet. Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.
Kath. 'He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:'
I pray you, tell me what you
meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
30
And now you know my meaning.
Kath. A very mean meaning.
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
35
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate
does put her down.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
40
Bian. Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body
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,
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.
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio,
50
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit
her not;
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.
55
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
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Pet. A' has a little gall'd me, I confess;
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.
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And he whose wife is most obedient
To come
at first when he doth send for her,
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much
of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
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Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
80
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello.
Hor. I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
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,
[96]
Intolerable, not to be endured!
95
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her
come to me.
[Exit Grumio.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and
there an end.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes
Katharina!
100
Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
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:
105
Away, I say, and bring
them hither straight.
[Exit Katharina.
Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
110
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy?
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,
115
For she is changed, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
[97]
See where she comes and brings your froward wives
120
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
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!
125
Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too:
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
130
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they
do owe their lords and husbands.
Wid. Come, come,
you're mocking: we will have no telling.
135
Pet. I say she shall: and first begin with her.
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,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
[98]
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
145
Will deign to sip or touch
one drop of it.
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,
150
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
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.
155
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
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,
160
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
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.
165
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
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,
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.
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.
180
Pet. Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
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.
185
We
three are married, but you two are sped.
And, being a winner, God give you good night!
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.
[101]
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[102]
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.'
[103]
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[104]
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).
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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.
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.
[106]
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.'
[108]
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, }
Lavache, a Clown } servants to the Countess of Rousillon.
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.
[109]
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
5 whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
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
10 there is such abundance.
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
[110]
finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing
15 of hope by time.
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
20 of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I
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.
25 Laf. He was excellent indeed madam: the king very
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?
30 Laf. A fistula, my lord.
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
35 overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education
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;
40 she derives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
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
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45 her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest
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.
50 Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
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
55
In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
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
60
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
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,
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
70
mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
[112]
Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: you
must hold the credit
of your father.
Hel. O, were that all! I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more
75
Than
those I shed for him. What was he like?
I have forgot him: my imagination
I am undone: there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away.
'Twere all one
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:
85
The hind that would be mated by the lion
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:
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his
reliques. Who comes here?
[Aside] One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
95
Think him a great way fool,
solely a coward;
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.
100
Par. Save you, fair queen!
Par. Are you meditating on virginity?
105
Hel. Ay. You have some
stain of soldier in you: let
me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity; how
110
in the defence yet is weak: unfold
to us some warlike
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
115
blowers up! Is there no military policy, how virgins
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
120
politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity.
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:
125
'tis too cold a companion; away with 't!
[114]
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
130
your
mothers; which is most infallible disobedience.
Hethat 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
135
so dies with feeding
his own stomach. Besides, virginity is
peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most
inhibitedsin 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
140
itself not much the worse: away with 't!
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;
145
answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier,
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
150
one of our French withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily;
marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry,
yet 'tis a withered pear: will you any thing with it?
[115]
Hel. Not my virginity yet....
There
shall your master have a thousand loves,
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,
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!
165
Hel. That I wish well. 'Tis
pity—
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
170
Which might be felt; that we,
the poorer born,
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.
175
Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you.
[Exit.
Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I
will think of thee at court.
[116]
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable
star.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Hel. The
wars have so kept you under, that you must
needs be born under Mars.
185
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Hel. You go so much backward when you fight.
Par. That's for advantage.
190
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety:
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
195
instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be
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,
200
remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use
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
205
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.
What power is it which mounts my love so high;
[117]
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
To join like likes and kiss like native things.
210
Impossible be strange attempts to those
That weigh their pains in sense, and do suppose
To show her merit, that did miss her love?
215
But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me. [Exit.
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 phœnix ... 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.
King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here receive it
5
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria,
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,
10
Approved so to your majesty, may plead
For amplest credence.
King. He hath arm'd our answer,
And Florence is denied before he comes:
[118]
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.
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;
20
Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,
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,
25
As when thy father and myself in friendship
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,
30
And wore us out of act. It much repairs me
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
35
[119]
His equal had awaked them; and his honour,
Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
40
His tongue obey'd
his hand: who were below him
And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
45
Might be a copy to these younger times;
But goers backward.
Ber. His good remembrance, sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts than on his tomb;
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,
55
To grow there and to bear,—'Let me not live,'—
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
60
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain; whose judgements are
Mere
fathers of their garments; whose constancies
Expire before their fashions. This he wish'd:
[120]
I after him do after him wish too,
65
Since I nor wax nor honey can bring home,
I quickly were dissolved from my hive,
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,
70
Since the physician at your father's died?
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
75
Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count;
My son's no dearer.
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
5endeavours; for then we wound our modesty and make
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
10believe: 'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know you
[121]
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.
15Count. Well, sir.
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.
20Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar?
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
25God till I have issue o' my body; for they say barnes are
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.
30Count. Is this all your worship's reason?
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
35and all flesh and blood are; and, indeed, I do marry that
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.
40Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave.
Clo. You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the
[122]
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
45my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he
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
50Charbon the puritan and old Poysam the papist, howsome'er
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?
55Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the
next way:
For I the ballad will repeat,
Which men full true shall find;
Your marriage comes by destiny,
60
Your cuckoo sings by kind.
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
65her; Helen I mean.
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
Was this King Priam's
joy?
With that she sighed as she stood,
Among nine bad if
one be good,
There's yet one good in ten.
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
80the year! we'd find no fault with the tithe-woman, if I were
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.
85Count. You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command
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
90the black gown of a big heart. I am going, forsooth: the
business is for Helen to come hither. [Exit.
Count. Well, now.
Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman
entirely.
95Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me;
and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make
[124]
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
100think she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate
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
105estates; Love no god, that would not extend his might,
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
110exclaim in: which I held my duty speedily to acquaint you
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,
115which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither
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:
120
If
ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
[125]
It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth:
125
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Her eye is sick on't: I observe her now.
Hel. What is your pleasure, madam?
Hel. Mine honourable mistress.
130
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
135
That were enwombed mine: 'tis often seen
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:
140
God's mercy, maiden! does it curd thy blood
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?
Count. I say, I am your mother.
145
Hel. Pardon, madam;
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
[126]
150
His servant live, and will his vassal die:
He must not be my brother.
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,
155
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
160
So strive upon your pulse. What, pale again?
My fear hath catch'd your fondness: now I see
Your salt tears' head: now to all sense 'tis gross
You love my son; invention is ashamed,
165
Against the proclamation of thy passion,
To say thou dost not: therefore tell me true;
But tell me then, 'tis so; for, look, thy cheeks
170
That in their kind they speak it: only sin
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,
175
As heaven shall work in me for
thine avail,
Hel. Good madam, pardon me!
Count. Do you love my son?
Hel. Your pardon, noble mistress!
Hel. Do not you love him, madam?
Count. Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
180
Whereof the world takes note: come, come,
discloseThe 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,
185
I love your son.
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;
190
Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
I still pour in the
waters of my love,
And lack not to
lose still: thus, Indian-like,
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
200
For loving where you do: but if yourself,
Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever in so true a flame of
likingWish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
[128]
Was both herself and love; O, then, give pity
205
To her, whose state is such,
that cannot choose
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?
You know my father left me some prescriptions
Of rare and proved effects, such as his reading
215
For general sovereignty; and that he will'd me
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,
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,
225
Had from the conversation of my thoughts
Count. But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your supposed aid,
He would receive it? he and his physicians
230
[129]
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
235
Of his profession, that his good receipt
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
240
Count. Dost them believe't?
Hel. Ay, madam, knowingly.
Count. Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,
To those of mine in court: I'll stay at home
245
And pray God's blessing
into thy attempt:
Be gone to-morrow; and be sure of this,
What I can help thee to, thou shalt not miss. [Exeunt.
[130]
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.
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:
The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis received,
And is enough for both.
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;
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
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!
[131]
King. Those girls of Italy, take heed of them:
20
They say, our French lack language to deny,
If they demand: beware of being captives,
Before you serve.
Both. Our hearts receive your warnings.
First Lord. O my sweet lord, that you will stay behind us!
Par. Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
Ber. I am commanded here, and kept
a coil with
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.
35
Sec. Lord. I am your accessary; and so, farewell.
Sec. Lord. Sweet Monsieur Parolles!
[132]
Par. Noble heroes, my sword and
yours are kin. Good
40
sparks and lustrous,
a word, good metals: you shall find
in the regiment of the Spinii one Captain Spurio,
with hiscicatrice, 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.
Par. [Aside to Ber.] Use a more spacious ceremony to
the noble lords; you have restrained yourself within the list
50
of too cold an adieu: be more expressive to them: for they
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.
55
Ber. And I will do so.
Par. Worthy fellows; and like to prove most sinewy
Laf. [Kneeling] Pardon, my lord, for me and for my tidings.
60
Laf. Then here's a man stands, that
has brought his pardon.
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,
65
Laf. Good faith,
across: but, my good lord, 'tis thus;
Will you be cured of your infirmity?
Laf. O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
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
75
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
With one that, in her sex, her years, profession,
[134]
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.
85
King. Now, good Lafeu,
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.
90
King. Thus he his special
nothing ever prologues.
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
95
His majesty seldom fears:
I am Cressid's uncle,
That dare leave two together; fare you well.
[Exit.
King. Now, fair one, does your business follow us?
In what he did profess, well found.
Hel. The rather will I spare my
praises towards him;
Knowing him is enough.
On's bed of death
Which, as the dearest issue of his practice,
105
And of his old experience
the only darling,
He bade me store up, as a triple eye,
And, hearing your high majesty is touch'd
With that malignant cause, wherein the
honourOf my dear father's gift stands chief in power,
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
115
The congregated college have concluded
That labouring art can never
ransom nature
So
stain our judgement, or corrupt our hope.
To prostitute our past-cure malady
120
To empirics, or to dissever so
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
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:
130
But, what at full I know, thou know'st no part;
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,
135
Oft does them by the weakest minister:
[136]
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,
140
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
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:
145
Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
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
150
The help of heaven we count the act of men.
Dear sir, to my endeavours give consent;
Of heaven, not me, make an experiment.
Myself against the level of mine aim;
155
But know I think, and think I know most sure,
My art is not past power, nor you past cure.
King. Art thou so confident? within what space
Hopest thou my cure?
Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring
160
Their fiery torcher his diurnal ring;
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;
165
What is infirm from your sound parts shall fly,
Health shall live free, and sickness freely die.
King. Upon thy certainty and confidence
[137]
What darest thou venture?
Hel. Tax of impudence,
A strumpet's boldness, a divulged
shameTraduced by odious ballads: my maiden's name
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
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
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.
185
Hel. If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
[138]
But, if I help, what do you promise me?
Hel. But will you make it even?
190
King. Ay, by my sceptre and my hopes of
heaven.
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,
195
My low and humble name to propagate
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,
200
Thy will by my performance shall be served:
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,
205
From whence thou camest, how tended on: but rest
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.
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.
[139]
5Count. To the court! why, what place make you special,
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
10neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and, indeed, such a fellow,
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.
15Clo. It is like a barber's chair, that fits all buttocks, the
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,
20as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's rush
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.
25Count. Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for
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
30that must fit all demands.
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
35fool in question, hoping to be the wiser by your answer.
I pray you, sir, are you a courtier?
[140]
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.
40Clo. O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.
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.
45Count. Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping,
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,
50sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.
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.
55
And urge her to a present answer back:
Commend me to my kinsmen and my son:
Clo. Not much commendation to them.
Count. Not much employment for you: you understand
60
me?
Clo. Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.
[141]
Scene III. Paris. The King's palace.
Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.
Laf. They say miracles are past;
and we have our philosophical
and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles
of terrors; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge,
5
when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Par. Why, 'tis the rarest argument of wonder that
hath shot out in our
latter times.
Laf. To be relinquished of the artists,—
10
Par. So I say; both of Galen and Paracelsus.
Laf. Of all the learned and authentic fellows,—
Laf. That gave him out incurable,—
Par. Why, there 'tis; so say I too.
15
Laf. Not to be helped,—
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.
20
Par. It is, indeed: if you will have it
in showing, you
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.
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. And debile minister, great power, great transcendence:
made than
alone the recovery of the king, as to be—
35
Laf. Generally thankful.
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
Laf. 'Fore God, I think so.
King. Go, call before me all the lords in
court.
Sit, my preserver, by thy patient's side;
45
And with this healthful hand, whose banish'd sense
Thou hast repeal'd, a second time receive
The confirmation of my promised gift,
Which but attends thy naming.
[143]
Enter three or four Lords.
Fair maid, send forth thine eye: this youthful parcel
50
Of noble bachelors stand at my bestowing,
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
55
Fall, when Love please!
marry, to each, but
one!
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.
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.
65
Please it your majesty, I have done already:
The blushes in my cheeks thus whisper me,
We'll ne'er come there again.'
Hel. King. Make choice; and, see,
70
Who shuns thy love shuns all his love in me.
Hel. Now, Dian, from thy altar do I fly;
[144]
Do my sighs
stream. Sir, will you hear my suit?
First Lord. And grant it.
Hel. Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
75
Laf. I had rather be in this choice than throw
Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
Love make your fortunes twenty times above
80
Her that so wishes and her humble love!
Sec. Lord. No better, if you please.
Hel. My wish receive,
Which great
Love grant! and so, I take my leave.
mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them
tothe Turk, to make eunuchs of.
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!
90
Laf. These boys are boys of ice, they'll none
have
her: sure, they are bastards to the English; the French
Hel. You are too young, too happy, and too good,
To make yourself a son out of my blood.
95
Fourth Lord. Fair one, I think not so.
drunk wine: but if thou be'st not an ass, I am a youth of
fourteen; I have known thee already.
[145]
100
Me and my service, ever whilst I live,
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.
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
110
Must answer for your raising? I know her well:
She had her breeding at my father's charge.
Rather corrupt me ever!
King. 'Tis
only title thou disdain'st in her, the which
115
I can build up. Strange is it, that our bloods,
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,
120
A poor physician's daughter, thou dislikest
The place is dignified
by the doer's deed:
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,
130
And these breed honour: that is honour's scorn,
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
graveA lying trophy; and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damn'd oblivion is the
tombOf honour'd bones indeed. What should be said?
If thou canst like this creature as a maid,
140
I can create the rest: virtue and she
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:
145
Let the rest go.
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
150
My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
We, poising us in her defective scale,
[147]
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:
155
Obey our will, which
travails in thy good:
Believe not thy disdain, but presently
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
160
Of youth and ignorance;
both my revenge and hate
Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
Ber. Pardon, my gracious lord; for I submit
165
My fancy to your eyes: when I consider
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
Is as 't were born so.
170
King. Take her by the hand,
And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise
A counterpoise; if not
to thy estate,
A balance more replete.
King. Good fortune and the favour of the king
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,
[148]
180
Thy love's to me religious; else, does err.
Laf. Do you hear, monsieur? a word with you.
Laf. Your lord and master did well to make his recantation.
185
Par. Recantation! My lord! my master!
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?
190
Par. To any count, to all counts, to what is man.
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.
195
Laf. I must tell thee, sirrah, I write man; to which
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
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.
205
Par. Hadst thou not the privilege of antiquity upon
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.
Give me thy hand.
Par. My lord, you give me most egregious indignity.
[149]
Laf. Ay, with all my heart; and thou art worthy of it.
Par. I have not, my lord, deserved it.
215
Laf. Yes, good faith, every dram of it; and I will not
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
thy bondage. I have a desire to hold my acquaintance
with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say
in thedefault, he is a man I know.
Par. My lord, you do me most insupportable vexation.
225
Laf. I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my
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
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.
235
Laf. Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's
news for you: you have a new mistress.
Par. I most unfeignedly beseech your lordship to make
whom I serve above is my master.
[150]
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
245
part where thy nose stands. By mine honour, if I were but
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.
250
Laf. Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond, and no
true traveller: you are more saucy with lords and honourable
virtue gives you heraldry. You are not worth another
255
word, else I'd call you knave. I leave you. [Exit.
Par. Good, very good; it is so then: good, very
good; let it be concealed awhile.
Ber. Undone, and forfeited to cares for ever!
Par. What's the matter, sweet-heart?
260
Ber. Although before the solemn priest I have sworn,
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.
265
Par. France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
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!
[151]
270
He wears his honour in a box unseen,
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed. To other
regionsFrance is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
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
280
That which I durst not speak: his present gift
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?
285
Ber. Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
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:
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.
Enter Helena and Clown.
Hel. My mother greets me kindly: is she well?
[152]
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
5
she is not well.
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.
10
Clo. One, that
she's not in heaven, whither God send
God send her quickly!
Par. Bless you, my fortunate lady!
Hel. I hope, sir, I have your good will to have mine
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
20
would she did as you say.
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
25
a great part of your title; which is within a very little of
nothing.
Par. Away! thou'rt a knave.
Clo. You should have said, sir, before a knave
thou'rt
30
truth, sir.
Par. Go to, thou art a witty fool; I have found thee.
[153]
Clo. Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you
much fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure
35
and the increase of laughter.
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,
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.
45
Hel. What's his will else?
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?
50
Par. That, having this obtain'd, you presently
Attend his further pleasure.
Hel. In every thing I wait upon his will.
Par. I shall report it so.
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.
[154]
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.
5
Laf. Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for
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
10
transgressed against his valour; and my state that way is
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.
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.
Ber. Will she away to-night?
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,
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
30
heard, and thrice beaten. God save
you, captain.
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.
35
Laf. You have made shift to run into't, boots and spurs
it you'll run again, rather than suffer question for your
residence.
Ber. It may be you have mistaken him, my lord.
40
Laf. And shall do so ever, though I took him at's
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.
45
Farewell, monsieur: I have spoken better of you
than you have
or will to deserve at my hand; but we must
do good against evil.
[Exit.
Par. An idle lord, I swear.
50
Par. Why, do you not know him?
Ber. Yes, I do know him well, and common speech
Gives him a worthy pass. Here comes my clog.
Hel. I have, sir, as I was commanded from you,
[156]
Spoke with the king, and have procured his leave
55
For present parting; only he desires
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
60
On my particular. Prepared I was not
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,
65
For my respects are better than they seem,
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shows itself at the first view
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you; so,
I leave you to your wisdom.
70
Hel. Sir, I can nothing say,
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.
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;
80
But, like a timorous thief, most fain would steal
What law does vouch mine own.
Ber. What would you have?
[157]
Hel. Something; and scarce so much: nothing, indeed.
Strangers and foes do sunder, and not kiss.
85
Ber. I pray you, stay not, but in haste to horse.
Hel. I shall not break your bidding, good my lord.
Go thou toward home; where I will never come,
Whilst I can shake my sword, or hear the drum.
Away, and for our flight.
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
5
Duke. Therefore we marvel much our cousin France
Would in so just a business shut his bosom
Against our borrowing prayers.
[158]
10
The reasons of our state I cannot yield,
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
15
Myself in my incertain grounds to fail
As often as I guess'd.
Duke. Be it his pleasure.
That surfeit on their ease, will day by day
Come here for physic.
Duke. Welcome shall they be;
20
And all the honours that can fly from us
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.
5
Count. By what observance, I pray you?
Clo. Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend
the ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his teeth
[159]
and sing. I
know a man that had this trick of melancholy
sold a goodly manor for a song.
10
Count. Let me see what he writes, and when he means
Clo. I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our
old
ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing like
my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to love, as an old
man loves money, with no stomach.
Count. What have we here?
Clo. E'en that you have there.
[Exit.
20
recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded her, not bedded
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,
25
Bertram.
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
30
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
35
comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I thought
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
[160]
40
it be the getting of children. Here they come will tell you
more: for my part, I only
hear your son was run away.
[Exit.
Enter Helena and two Gentlemen.
Hel. Madam, my lord is gone, for ever gone.
45
I have felt so many quirks of joy and grief,
That the first face of neither, on the start,
Sec. Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
50
We met him thitherward;
for thence we came,
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
55
shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that
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?
60
And for the contents' sake are sorry for our pains.
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;
[161]
But I do wash his name out of my blood,
65
And thou art all my child. Towards Florence is he?
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?
70
First Gent. Ay, madam, with the swiftest wing of speed.
Hel. [reads] Till I have no wife, I have nothing in France.
Count. Find you that there?
First Gent. 'Tis but the boldness of his hand,
haply,
75
which his heart was not consenting to.
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
80
And call her hourly mistress. Who was with him?
First Gent. Ay, my good lady, he.
Count. A very tainted fellow,
and full of wickedness.
85
My son corrupts a well-derived nature
With his inducement.
[162]
Count. Y' are welcome, gentlemen.
90
I will entreat you, when you see my son,
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.
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;
100
Then hast thou all again. Poor lord! is 't I
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
105
Wast shot at with fair eyes, to be the mark
Of smoky muskets? O you leaden messengers,
That ride upon the
violent speed of fire,
That
sings with piercing; do not touch my lord.
Whoever shoots at him, I set him there;
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
115
I met the
ravin lion when he roar'd
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,
120
As oft it loses all: I will be gone;
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,
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.
A charge too heavy for my strength;
but yetWe'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
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:
10
Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove
A lover of thy drum, hater of love. [Exit.
[164]
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.
5
Ambitious love hath so in me offended,
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:
10
His name with zealous fervour sanctify:
I, his despiteful Juno, sent him forth
From courtly friends with camping foes to live,
15
Where death and danger
dogs the heels of worth:
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!
20
As letting her pass so: had I spoke with her,
I could have well diverted her intents,
Which thus she hath prevented.
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.
25
Count. What angel shall
[165]
Bless this unworthy husband? he
cannot thrive,
Unless her prayers,
whom heaven delights to hear
And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
30
To this unworthy husband of his wife;
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:
35
When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
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
40
To make distinction: provide this messenger:
My heart is heavy and mine age is weak;
Grief would have tears,
and sorrow bids me speak.
[Exeunt.
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.
[166]
Dia. They say the French count has done most honourable
service.
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
10
with the report of it. Well, Diana, take heed of this French
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.
15
Mar. I know that knave; hang him! one Parolles: a
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
20
the misery
is, example, that so terrible shows in the wreck
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
25
Dia. You shall not need to fear me.
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.
30
God save you, pilgrim! whither are you bound?
Hel. To Saint Jaques
le Grand.
Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?
[167]
Wid. At the Saint Francis
here beside the port.
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
Wid. If you shall please so, pilgrim.
Hel. I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure.
Wid. You came, I think, from France?
Wid. Here you shall see a countryman of yours
That has done worthy service.
45
Hel. His name, I pray you.
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.
He's bravely taken here. He stole from France,
50
As 'tis reported, for the king had married him
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
55
Hel. O, I believe with him,
[168]
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.
60
'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife
Of a detesting lord.
Her heart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her
A shrewd turn, if she pleased.
65
Hel. How do you mean?
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:
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But she is arm'd for him, and keeps her guard
In honestest defence.
Mar. The gods forbid else!
That is Antonio, the Duke's eldest son;
That, Escalus.
Hel. Which is the Frenchman?
Dia. He;
75
That with the plume: 'tis a most gallant fellow.
I would he loved his wife: if he were honester
He were much goodlier:
is't not a handsome gentleman?
[169]
Dia. 'Tis pity
he is not honest: yond's that same knave
80
That leads him to these
places: were I his lady,
Dia. That jack-an-apes with scarfs: why is he melancholy?
Hel. Perchance he's hurt i' the battle.
Par. Lose our drum!
well.
85
Mat. He's shrewdly vexed at something: look, he has spied us.
Mar. And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier!
Wid. The troop is past. Come, pilgrim, I will
bring you
90
Where you shall host: of enjoin'd penitents
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
95
Shall be for me; and, to requite you further,
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.
Enter Bertram and the two French Lords.
Sec. Lord. Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him
have his way.
[170]
hold me no more in your respect.
5
Sec. Lord. On my life, my lord, a bubble.
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
10
liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one
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.
15
Ber. I would I knew in what particular action to try him.
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
20
not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink him so,
that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into
own tents. Be but your lordship present at his examination:
if he do not, for the promise of his life and in the
25
highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you and
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
30
his drum; he says he has a stratagem for't: when your
lordship sees the bottom of
his success in't, and to what
metal this counterfeit lump of
ore will be melted, if you
cannot be removed. Here he comes.
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.
40
First Lord. A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.
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
45
of the service: it was a disaster of war that Cæsar
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
50
not to be recovered.
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,
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
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worthy exploit: if you speed well in it, the Duke shall both
speak of it, and extend to you what further becomes his
greatness, even to the utmost syllable of your worthiness.
[172]
Par. By the hand of a soldier, I will undertake it.
Ber. But you must not now slumber in it.
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Par. I'll about it this evening: and I will presently
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
70
about it?
Par. I know not what the success will be, my lord;
but the attempt I vow.
thy soldiership, will subscribe for thee. Farewell.
75
Par. I love not many words.
[Exit.
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
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.
85
Ber. Why, do you think he will make no deed at all of
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;
90
for indeed he is not for your lordship's respect.
First Lord. We'll make you some sport with the fox
ere we
case him. He was first smoked by the old lord
sprat you shall find him; which you shall see this very night.
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.
100
Ber. That's all the fault: I spoke with her but once
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?
105
First Lord. With all my heart, my lord. [Exeunt.
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.
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,
5
And would not put my reputation now
In any staining act.
Hel. Nor would I wish you.
And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken
10
Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,
[174]
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
Hel. Take this purse of gold,
15
And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
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,
20
As we'll direct her
how 'tis best to bear it.
That downward hath succeeded in his house
From son to son, some four or five descents
25
Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,
To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
Howe'er repented after.
The bottom of your purpose.
30
Hel. You see it lawful, then: it is no more,
But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,
Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;
In fine, delivers me to fill the time,
35
To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns
[175]
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
40
With
musics of all sorts and songs composed
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,
45
Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed,
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.
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
5
him, unless some one
among us whom we must produce
for an interpreter.
First Sold. Good
captain, let me be the interpreter.
Sec. Lord. Art not acquainted with him? knows he not
10
thy voice?
First Sold. No, sir, I warrant you.
[176]
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'
15
all neighbouring languages; therefore we must every one be
a man of his own fancy, not to know what we speak one to
choughs' language, gabble enough, and good enough.
20
As for you, interpreter, you must seem very politic. But
couch, ho! here he comes, to beguile two hours in a sleep,
and then to return and swear the lies he forges.
Par. Ten
o'clock: within these three hours 'twill be
time enough to go home. What shall I say I have done?
25
It must be a very plausive invention that carries it: they
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.
30
Sec. Lord. This is the first truth that e'er thine own
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
35
myself some hurts, and say I got them in exploit: yet
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
40
mule, if you prattle me into these perils.
[177]
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.
45
Sec. Lord. We cannot afford you so.
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.
50
Sec. Lord. Hardly serve.
Par. Though I swore I leaped from the window of the
citadel—
55
Sec. Lord. Three great oaths would scarce make that
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.
60
Par. A drum now of the
enemy's,— [Alarum within.
Sec. Lord. Throca movousus, cargo, cargo, cargo.
Par. O, ransom, ransom! do not hide mine eyes.
[
They seize and blindfold him.
65
Par. I know you are the
Muskos' regiment;
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.
70
First Sold. Boskos vauvado: I understand thee, and
[178]
can speak thy tongue. Kerelybonto, sir, betake thee to
thy faith, for seventeen poniards are at thy bosom.
75
First Sold. O, pray, pray, pray! Manka
revania dulche.
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.
80
Par. O, let me live!
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.
85
First Sold. Acordo linta.
Come on; thou art granted space.
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.
90
Sec. Lord. A' will betray us all unto ourselves:
Sec. Sold. So I will, sir.
Sec. Lord. Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd. [Exeunt.
[179]
Scene II. Florence. The Widow's house.
Ber. They told me that your name was Fontibell.
Dia. No, my good lord, Diana.
And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality?
5
If the quick fire of youth light not your mind,
You are no maiden, but a monument:
When you are dead, you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and
stern;And now you should be as your mother was
10
When your sweet self was got.
Dia. She then was honest.
Dia. No:
My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.
15
I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.
Dia. Ay, so you serve us
Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
You
barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves,
And mock us with our bareness.
20
Ber. How have I sworn!
[180]
But the plain single vow that is vow'd true.
25
I loved you dearly, would you believe my oaths,
When I did love you ill? This has no holding,
That I will work against him: therefore your oaths
30
Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd,
At least in my opinion.
Ber. Change it, change it;
And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
35
But give thyself unto my sick
desires,
Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
My love as it begins shall so persever.
Dia. I see that men make
rope's in such a scarre
That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
40
Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
To give it from me.
Dia. Will you not, my lord?
[181]
Ber. It is an honour 'longing to our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which
were the greatest obloquy i' the world
In me to lose.
45
Dia. Mine honour's such a ring:
My chastity's the jewel of our house,
Bequeathed down from many ancestors;
Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world
In me to lose: thus your own proper wisdom
50
Brings in the champion Honour on my part,
Against your vain assault.
Ber. Here, take my ring:
My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine,
Dia. When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window:
55
I'll order take my mother shall not hear.
Now will I charge you in the band of truth,
When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed,
Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me:
My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them
60
When back again this ring shall be deliver'd:
And on your finger in the night I 'll put
Another ring, that what in time proceeds
May token to the future our past deeds.
Adieu, till then; then, fail not. You have won
65
A wife of me, though there my hope be
done.
Ber. A heaven on earth
I have won by wooing thee.
[Exit.
Dia. For which live long to thank both heaven and me!
You may so in the end.
My mother told me just how he would woo,
70
As if she sat in's heart; she says all men
Have the like oaths: he
had sworn to marry me
When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him
[182]
When I am buried. Since
Frenchmen are so braid,
Marry that will,
I live and die a maid:
75
Only in this disguise I think't no sin
To cozen him that would unjustly win. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Enter Bertram and the
Maid called Diana. Ff.
[2] Titled goddess] Titl'd, goddess
Capell.
[8] stern] F3 F4. sterne F1 F2.
stone Collier (Collier MS.).
[13] o'] Rowe. a' Ff.
[14] strive ... vows:] drive against
my vows: Johnson conj. shrive—against
my voice Id. conj.
[19] barely] basely Rowe (ed. 2).
[21-31] Dia. 'Tis not ... opinion]
Dia. 'Tis not ... witness. Ber. Then ...
ill? Dia. This ... opinion Staunton
conj.
[21] makes] F1. make F2 F3 F4.
[23, 24] What ... me,] But ... by?
Jackson conj. (inverting the lines).
What ... witness: then, pray]
Bert. What ... witness. Diana. Then,
pray Johnson conj.
[23-29] What ... against him]
Erased in Collier MS.
[23] swear not by,] swear, not 'bides,
Warburton.
[24] pray you] pray Pope.
[25] Jove's] Joves F3 F4. Ioues F1
F2. love's Grant White (Johnson
conj.). God's Edd. conj. See note
(xv).
attributes] F1. attribute F2 F3 F4.
[28] by] to Johnson conj.
whom] when Singer.
[28, 29] whom I ... him] and to protest
I love Whom I will work against
Becket conj.
[32] holy-cruel] Theobald. holy
cruel Ff.
love] my love Staunton conj.
[35, 36] desires, Who then recover]
Rowe (ed. 2). desires, Who then recovers
Ff. desires, Which then recover
Pope. desire, Who then recovers Capell.
[38] rope's ... scarre] F1 F2. ropes ...
scarre F3. ropes ... scar F4. hopes ...
affairs Rowe. hopes ... scene Malone.
mopes in ... scar or japes of ... scathe
Becket conj. hopes ... scare Henley
conj. hopes ... cause Mitford conj.
hopes ... war Singer (ed. 1). hopes ...
scarre Singer (Knight conj.). slopes ...
scarre Collier conj. ropes ... staire Id.
conj. hopes ... case Dyce. hopes ...
snare Staunton. hopes ... suit Collier
(Collier MS.). may cope's ... sorte Williams
conj.
[44] were] 'twere Collier (Collier
MS.).
[53] And I'll] An I Collier conj.
[65] done] none Collier MS.
[66] I have] F1 F2. I've F3 F4.
[71] had] hath Capell conj. has
Grant White.
[73] Frenchmen] men Hanmer.
[74] Marry] Marry 'em Theobald
(Warburton).
[74] I] F1 F2. I'le F3 F4. I'd
Theobald (Warburton).
Lords] Captains Ff.
Scene III. The Florentine camp.
Enter the two French Lords and some two or three Soldiers.
First Lord. You have not given him his mother's letter?
Sec. Lord. I have delivered it an hour since: there is
something in't that stings his nature; for on the reading it
he changed almost into another man.
5
First Lord. He has much worthy blame laid upon him
for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a lady.
Sec. Lord. Especially he hath incurred the everlasting
displeasure of the king, who had even tuned his bounty to
sing happiness to him. I will tell you a thing, but you
10
shall let it dwell darkly with you.
First Lord. When you have spoken it, 'tis dead, and I
am the grave of it.
Sec. Lord. He hath perverted a young gentlewoman
here in Florence, of a most chaste renown; and this night
15
he fleshes his will in the spoil of her honour: he hath given
her his monumental ring, and thinks himself
made in the
unchaste composition.
First Lord. Now, God
delay our rebellion! as we are
ourselves, what things are we!
20
Sec. Lord. Merely our own traitors. And as in the
common course of all treasons, we still see them reveal
themselves,
till they attain to their abhorred ends, so he
that in this action contrives against his own
nobility, in his
proper stream o'erflows himself.
25
First Lord. Is it not
meant damnable in us, to be
trumpeters of our unlawful intents? We shall not then
have his company to-night?
Sec. Lord. Not till after midnight; for he is dieted to
his hour.
30
First Lord. That approaches
apace: I would gladly
a measure of his own
judgements, wherein so curiously
he had set
this counterfeit.
Sec. Lord. We will not meddle with him till he come;
35
for his presence must be the whip of the other.
First Lord. In the mean time, what hear you of
these
wars?
Sec. Lord. I hear there is an overture of peace.
First Lord. Nay, I assure you, a peace
concluded.
40
Sec. Lord. What will Count Rousillon do then? will
he travel higher, or return again into France?
First Lord. I perceive, by this demand, you are not
altogether of his council.
Sec. Lord. Let it be forbid, sir; so should I be a great
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deal of his act.
First Lord. Sir, his wife some two months since fled
from his house: her pretence
is a pilgrimage to Saint Jaques
le Grand; which holy undertaking with
most austere sanctimony
she accomplished; and, there residing,
the tenderness
of her nature became
as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a
groan of her last breath, and now she sings in heaven.
[184]
Sec. Lord. How is this justified?
First Lord. The
stronger part of it by her own letters,
which
makes her story true, even to the point of her death:
her death
itself, which could not be her office to say is come,
was faithfully confirmed by the rector of the place.
Sec. Lord. Hath the count all this intelligence?
First Lord. Ay, and the particular confirmations,
point
from point, to the full arming of the verity.
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Sec. Lord. I am heartily sorry that he'll be glad of this.
First Lord. How mightily sometimes we make us comforts
of our losses!
Sec. Lord. And how mightily some other times we
drown our
gain in tears! The great dignity that his valour
hath here acquired for him shall at home be encountered
with a shame as ample.
First Lord. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our
faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if
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they were not cherished by our virtues.
How now! where's your master?
Serv. He met the Duke in the street, sir, of whom he
hath taken a solemn leave: his lordship will next morning
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to the king.
Sec. Lord. They shall be no more than needful there,
if they were more than they can commend.
tartness. Here's his lordship now.
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How now, my lord! is't not after midnight?
Ber. I have to-night dispatched sixteen businesses, a
month's length a-piece, by an abstract of success: I have
congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his nearest;
buried a wife, mourned for her; writ to my lady mother I
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am returning; entertained my convoy; and between these
main parcels of dispatch
effected many nicer needs: the
last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet.
Sec. Lord. If the business be of any difficulty, and this
morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your
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lordship.
Ber. I mean, the business is not ended, as fearing to
hear of it hereafter. But shall we have this dialogue between
the fool and the soldier? Come, bring forth this
counterfeit
module, has deceived me, like a double-meaning
prophesier.
Sec. Lord. Bring him
forth: he has sat i' the stocks all
night, poor gallant knave.
Ber. No matter; his heels have deserved it, in usurping
his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
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Sec. Lord. I have told your lordship already, the stocks
carry him. But to answer you as you would be understood;
he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk: he
hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be
a friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant
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disaster of his setting
i' the stocks: and what think
you he hath confessed?
Sec. Lord. His confession is taken, and it shall be read
[186]
to his face: if your lordship be in't, as I believe you are,
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you must have the patience to
hear it.
Enter Parolles guarded, and First Soldier.
Ber. A plague upon him! muffled! he can say nothing
First Lord. Hoodman comes! Portotartarosa.
Par. I will confess what I know without constraint: if
ye pinch me like a pasty, I can say no more.
First Sold. Bosko chimurcho.
First Lord. Boblibindo chicurmurco.
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First Sold. You are a merciful general. Our general
bids you answer to what I shall ask you out of a note.
Par. And truly, as I hope to live.
First Sold. [reads] First demand of him how many horse the
Duke is strong. What say you to that?
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Par. Five or six thousand; but very weak and unserviceable:
the troops are all scattered, and the commanders
very poor rogues, upon my reputation and credit and as I
hope to live.
First Sold. Shall I set down your answer so?
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Par. Do: I'll take the sacrament on 't, how and which
way you will.
First Lord. You're deceived, my lord: this is Monsieur
Parolles, the gallant militarist,—that was his own phrase,—
[187]
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that had the whole
theoric of war in the knot of his scarf,
and the practice in the chape of his dagger.
Sec. Lord. I will never trust a man again for keeping
his sword clean, nor believe he can have every thing in
him by wearing his apparel neatly.
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First Sold. Well, that's set down.
Par. Five or six thousand horse, I said,—I will say
true,—or thereabouts, set down, for I'll speak truth.
First Lord. He's very near the truth in this.
Ber. But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
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delivers it.
Par. Poor rogues, I pray you, say.
First Sold. Well, that's set down.
Par. I humbly thank you, sir: a truth's a truth, the
rogues are marvellous poor.
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First Sold. [reads] Demand of him, of what strength they are
a-foot. What say you to that?
Par. By my troth, sir, if I were to
live this present hour,
I will tell true. Let me see: Spurio, a hundred and fifty;
Sebastian, so many; Corambus, so many; Jaques, so many;
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Guiltian, Cosmo, Lodowick, and Gratii, two hundred and
fifty each; mine own company, Chitopher, Vaumond, Bentii,
two hundred
and fifty each: so that the muster-file, rotten
and sound, upon my life, amounts not to fifteen thousand
poll; half of the which dare not shake the snow from off
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their cassocks, lest they shake themselves to pieces.
Ber. What shall be done to him?
First Lord. Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand
of him my
condition, and what credit I have with the Duke.
First Sold. Well, that's set down. [Reads] You shall demand
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of him, whether one Captain Dumain be i' the camp, a Frenchman;
what his reputation is with the Duke; what his valour, honesty,
and expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not possible,
[188]
with well-weighing sums of gold, to corrupt him to a revolt.
What say you to this? what do you know of it?
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Par. I beseech you, let me answer to the
particular of
First Sold. Do you know this Captain Dumain?
Par. I know him:
a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris,
from whence he was whipped for getting the
shrieve's fool
with child,—a dumb innocent, that could not say him
nay.
Ber. Nay, by your leave, hold your hands; though I
know his brains are forfeit to the next tile that falls.
First Sold. Well, is this captain in the Duke of Florence's
camp?
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Par. Upon my knowledge, he is, and lousy.
First Lord. Nay, look not so upon me; we shall hear
First Sold. What is his reputation with the Duke?
Par. The Duke knows him for no other but a poor
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officer of mine; and writ to me
this other day to turn him
out
o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.
First Sold. Marry, we'll search.
Par. In good sadness, I do not know; either it is there,
or it is upon
a file with the Duke's other letters in my tent.
190
First Sold. Here 'tis; here's a paper: shall I read it to
you?
Par. I do not know if it be it or no.
Ber. Our interpreter does it well.
195
First Sold. [reads] Dian, the count's a fool, and full of gold,—
Par. That is not the Duke's letter, sir; that is an advertisement
to a proper maid in Florence, one Diana, to
take heed of the allurement of one Count Rousillon, a
[189]
foolish idle boy, but for all that very ruttish: I pray you,
200
sir, put it up again.
First Sold. Nay, I'll read it first, by your favour.
Par. My meaning in't, I protest, was very honest in
the behalf of the maid; for I knew the young count to be
a dangerous and lascivious boy, who is a whale to virginity
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and devours up all the fry it finds.
Ber. Damnable both-sides rogue!
First Sold. [reads] When he swears oaths, bid him drop gold, and take it;
After he scores, he never pays the score:
Half won is match well made; match, and well make it;
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He ne'er pays after-debts, take it before;
And say a soldier, Dian, told thee this,
Men are to mell with, boys are not to kiss:
For count of this, the count's a fool, I know it,
Who pays before, but not when he does owe it.
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Thine, as he vowed to thee in thine ear,
Parolles.
Ber. He shall be whipped through the army with this
Sec. Lord. This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold
220
linguist and the armipotent soldier.
Ber. I could endure any thing before but a cat, and
First Sold. I perceive, sir, by
the general's looks, we
shall be fain to hang you.
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Par. My life, sir, in any case: not that I am afraid to
die; but that, my offences being many, I would repent out
[190]
the remainder of nature: let me live, sir, in a dungeon,
i' thestocks,
or any where, so I may live.
First Sold. We'll see what may be done, so you confess
230
freely; therefore, once more to this Captain Dumain:
you have answered to his reputation with the Duke and to
his valour: what is his honesty?
Par. He will steal, sir,
an egg out of a cloister: for
rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus: he professes
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Hercules: he will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you
would think truth were a fool: drunkenness is his best virtue,
for he will be swine-drunk; and in his sleep he does
little harm, save to his bed-clothes about him; but they
240
know his conditions and lay him in straw. I have but
little more to say, sir, of his honesty: he has every thing
that an honest man should not have; what an honest man
should have, he has nothing.
First Lord. I begin to love him for this.
245
Ber. For this description of thine honesty? A pox
upon him for me,
he's more and more a cat.
First Sold. What say you to his expertness in war?
Par. Faith, sir,
has led the drum before the English
tragedians; to belie him, I will not, and more of his soldiership
250
I know not; except, in that country he had the
honour to be the officer at a place there called Mile-end,
to instruct for the doubling of files: I would do the man
what honour I can, but of this I am not certain.
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the rarity redeems him.
Ber. A pox on him, he's a cat still.
First Sold. His qualities being at this poor price, I
need not to ask you if gold will corrupt him to revolt.
Par. Sir, for a
quart d'écu he will sell the fee-simple of
[191]
260
his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut the entail from
all remainders, and a perpetual succession
for it perpetually.
First Sold. What's his brother, the other Captain Dumain?
Sec. Lord. Why does he ask him of me?
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First Sold. What's he?
Par. E'en a crow
o' the same nest; not altogether so
great as the first in goodness, but greater a great deal in
evil: he excels his brother for a coward, yet his brother is
reputed one of the best that is: in a retreat he outruns any
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lackey; many, in coming on he
has the cramp.
First Sold. If your life be saved, will you undertake to
betray the Florentine?
Par. Ay, and the captain of his horse, Count Rousillon.
First Sold. I'll whisper with the general, and know his
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pleasure.
Par. [Aside] I'll no more drumming; a plague of all
drums! Only to seem to deserve well, and to beguile the
supposition of that lascivious young boy the count, have I
280
ambush where I was taken?
First Sold. There is no remedy, sir, but you must die:
the general says, you that have so traitorously discovered the
secrets of your army and made such pestiferous reports of
men very nobly held, can serve the world for no honest use;
285
therefore you must die. Come, headsman, off with his head.
Par. O Lord, sir, let me live, or let me see my death!
First Sold. That shall you, and take your leave of all
So, look about you: know you any here?
290
Ber. Good morrow, noble captain.
First Lord. God save you, noble captain.
Sec. Lord. Captain, what greeting will you to my Lord
Lafeu? I am for France.
[192]
295
First Lord. Good captain, will you give me a copy of
the sonnet you writ to Diana in behalf of the Count Rousillon?
an I were not a very coward, I'ld compel it of you:
First Sold. You are undone, captain, all but your
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scarf; that has a knot on't yet.
Par. Who cannot be crushed with a plot?
First Sold. If you could find out a country where but
women were that had received so much shame, you might
begin an impudent nation. Fare ye well, sir; I am for
305
France too: we shall speak of you there.
[Exit, with Soldiers.
Par. Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great,
'Twould burst at this. Captain I'll be no more;
But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
As captain shall: simply the thing I am
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Shall make me live. Who knows himself a braggart,
Let him fear this, for it will come to pass
That every braggart shall be found
an ass.
Rust, sword! cool, blushes! and, Parolles, live
Safest in shame! being fool'd, by foolery thrive!
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There's place and means for every man alive.
I'll after them. [Exit
LINENOTES:
[1] First Lord.] 1 Ld. Rowe. Cap.
G. Ff (and throughout the scene).
[2] Sec. Lord.] 2 Ld. Rowe. Cap.
E. Ff (and throughout the scene).
[16] made] paid Staunton conj.
[18] delay] allay Hanmer.
[22] till] ere Hanmer. when Mason
conj.
[23, 24] nobility, ... stream] Theobald.
nobility ... stream, Ff.
[25] meant] Ff. most Hanmer.
meantime Heath conj. mean and
Mason conj. maint Nicholson conj.
mere Anon. conj.
[26] trumpeters] the trumpeters Rowe.
[30] apace] agace F3.
[31] company] companion Hanmer.
anatomized] anatomiz'd Rowe.
anathomiz'd Ff.
[32] judgements] Ff. judgement
Pope.
wherein so curiously] where so
incuriously Badham conj.
curiously] F1 F2. seriously F3 F4.
[33] this] F1 F2. his F3 F4.
[36] these] F1. those F2 F3 F4.
[39] concluded] is concluded Rowe
(ed. 1).
[47] is] om. Capell.
[48] most] a most Rowe (ed. 2).
[49] the] through the Capell
[50] as] om. Long MS.
[53] stronger] stranger Collier (Collier
MS.).
[54] makes] Ff. make Malone.
[55] itself] is selfe F2. See note
(xvi).
[56] was] and Collier (Collier MS.).
[58, 59] point from point] Ff. from
point to point Hanmer. point for
point Capell.
[64] gain] gains Edd. conj.
[70] Messenger] Ff. Servant Rowe
(ed. 2).
[74, 75] commendations] commendation
Rowe (ed. 2).
[78] Scene iv. Pope.
First Lord.] Ber. F1 F2. Cap.
G. F3 F4.
[79] Enter B.] Enter Count Rossillion
Ff (after line 77).
[83] congied] Ff. conge'd Capell.
[86] effected] F3 F4. affected F1 F2.
[94] module] Ff. medal Hanmer
(Warburton). model Collier.
module, has] F2. module has
F1. module; 'has F3 F4. module;
h'as Rowe (ed. 2).
[96] forth] forth [Exeunt Soldiers.]
Capell.
he has] h'as F1 F2. ha's F3 F4.
i'the] i'th Ff. in the Rowe.
[100] Sec. Lord.] 2 L. Capell. Cap.
E. F1 F2. Cap. G. F3 F4. 1 Ld.
Rowe.
[105] i'the] i'th Ff.
[107] has a'] ha's a F1 F2 F3. has
a F4. has he Rowe (ed. 2).
[110] hear] bear Anon conj.
Enter...] Enter Parolles with
his Interpreter. Ff.
[111] Scene v. Pope.
[112] hush, hush!] hush F2.
[112, 113 hush, hush! First Lord.
Hoodman] 1 Lord. Hush! hoodman
Hanmer. 1 L. Hush, hush! hoodman
S. Walker conj.
[113] Hoodman] Headsman Grey
conj.
[114] First Sold.] Int. Ff (and
throughout the scene).
[116, 117] I will ... more] Printed as
two lines in Ff, ending ...constraint,
...more.
[132] Ber. All's one to him. What]
Capell. All's one to him. Ber. What
Ff. All's one to me. Ber. What Rowe.
1 Lord, or 2. Lord, All's ... him Ber.
What Ritson conj. All's one to me.
Ber. All's one to him! what Anon.
conj.
[132-139] 143-145, 161-163, 176,
177, 181, 182, 193, 194, 206, 217-222,
244-246, 254-256, 264:
are
marked as 'Asides' by Capell.
[133] You're] Y'are Ff.
[135] theoric] theory Rowe.
[152] live] die S. Walker conj. leave
Staunton conj. shrive Anon. conj.
this] but this Hanmer. See
note (xiv).
[155] Guiltian] Julian S. Walker
conj.
[155, 156] and fifty] Rowe (ed. 2).
fifty F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
[157] and fifty] Rowe (ed. 2). fifty Ff.
[163] condition] F1. conditions F2
F3 F4.
[165] i'the] i'th F1 F3 F4. it'h F2.
[167] wars] F1 F2 F3. war F4.
[170] particular] particulars Capell.
[171] inter'gatories] interrogatories
F4. interrogatory Capell.
[173] a'] a Ff. he Rowe.
[174] shrieve's] sheriff's Hanmer.
[175] [Dumain lifts up his hand in
anger. Johnson.
[182] your lordship] Pope. your
Lord Ff. you Lord Rowe (ed. 1).
[185] this] F1 F2. the F3 F4.
[186] o' the] a' th Ff.
[189] a file] the file Theobald.
[195] After this line Johnson supposes
one to be lost.
gold] golden store or golden
ore Steevens conj. gold, I speak it
Jackson conj. (reading lines 208-210
in this order 209, 210, 208).
[207] First Sold. [reads] Int. Let.
Ff. Inter. reads the letter. Rowe.
[209] well made] ill made Capell
conj. half made Jackson conj.
match, and well] match well
and Hanmer. watch, and well Johnson
conj. (who would read the lines
207-210 in the following order, 209,
207, 208, 210).
and well] an' we'll Steevens
conj.
[212] not] but Pope (ed. 2. Theobald).
[213] count's] count F2.
[214] when] where Collier (Collier
MS.).
[218] in's] in his Rowe.
[222] now] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
[223] the] F3 F4. your F1 F2. our
Capell.
[227] i' the] i' th Ff.
[228] or] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
[233] an egg] an Ag. (i.e. Agnes)
Becket conj.
[235] in breaking] F1. breaking
F2 F3 F4.
'em] em F1 F2 F3. them F4.
[246] he's] he is Pope.
[248] has] ha's Ff. h'as Rowe.
[254] out-villained] out-villanied
S. Walker conj.
[259] quart d'écu] Pope. cardceue
F1. cardecue F2 F3 F4.
[261] for it] in it Hanmer.
[266] o' the] a' th F1 F2 F4, at'h
F3.
[270] has] ha's F1.
[276] [Aside] Rowe (ed. 2).
[279] this danger] danger Rowe.
[288] [Unblinding him.] Rowe (ed.
1). [Unbinding him. Rowe (ed. 2).
[Unmuffling him. Steevens.
[291, 293] Sec. Lord.] Lo. E. F1.
[296] the sonnet] F1 F2. the same
sonnet F3 F4. that same sonnet
Rowe.
[297] an] and Ff. if Pope.
[298] [Exeunt B. and Lords.]
Exeunt. Ff.
[305] [Exit...] Exit. Ff.
[306] Scene vi. Pope.
am I] I am Hanmer.
[312] After this S. Walker conjectures
that a line has been omitted.
Scene IV. Florence. The Widow's house.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana.
Hel. That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my surety;
'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel:
5
Time was, I did him a desired office,
Dear almost as his life;
which gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd
10
We have convenient convoy. You must know,
I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good lord the king,
We'll be before our welcome.
Wid. Gentle madam,
15
You never had a servant to whose trust
Your business was more welcome.
Ever a friend whose thoughts more truly labour
To recompense your love: doubt not but heaven
Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower,
20
As it hath fated her to be my motive
And helper to a husband. But, O strange men!
That can such sweet use make of what they hate,
Defiles the pitchy night: so lust doth play
25
With what it loathes for that which is away.
But more of this hereafter. You, Diana,
Under my poor instructions yet must suffer
Something in my behalf.
Dia. Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer.
30
[194]
But with the word the time will bring on summer,
When briers shall have leaves as well as thorns,
And be as sweet as sharp. We must away;
Our waggon is prepared, and time
revives us:
All's well that ends well: still
the fine's the crown;
Whate'er the
course, the end is the renown.
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene iv.] Scene vii. Pope.
[3] 'fore] for F1.
[6] which] for which Hanmer.
[9] is at] it F2.
Marseilles] Rowe (ed. 2). Marcellæ
F1. Marsellis F2 F3. Marselis F4.
[16] you] F4. your F1 F2 F3.
[23] saucy trusting of] Ff. fancy
trusting in Hanmer. fancy trusting
of Warburton.
[30, 31] I pray you: But with the
word] Ff. I pray you, Bear with the
word: Hanmer. I pray you, But with
the word: Capell. I pray you,—But
with the word, Steevens (Henley conj.).
I fray you But with the word: Collier
(Blackstone conj.). I play you
But with the word: Jackson conj. I
pray you: But with the world Collier
MS. I pay you But with the
word; Grant White. I pay you But
with the word, Staunton conj.
[31-33] But ... away] But—with
the word 'The time ... sharp,'—we must
away Anon. conj.
[34] revives] Ff. reviles Hanmer.
revyes Warburton. invites Johnson
and Heath conj.
[35] the fine's] Theobald. the fines
F1. that fines F2 F3. that finds F4.
[36] course] curse Rowe (ed. 2).
Scene V. Rousillon. The Count's palace.
Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta
fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have
made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in his
colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour,
5
and your son here at home, more
advanced by the king
Count. I would
I had not known him; it was the death
of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had
praise for creating. If she had partaken of my flesh, and
10
cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have
owed her a more rooted love.
Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may
pick a thousand
salads ere we light on such another herb.
Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the
15
salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
Laf. They are not
herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.
[195]
Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not
20
Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?
Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a
man's.
Clo. I would cozen the man of
his wife and do his service.
25
Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed.
Clo. And I would give his wife my
bauble, sir, to do
her service.
Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and
fool.
Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as
great a prince as you are.
Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman?
35
Clo. Faith, sir,
a' has an English
name; but his fisnomy
Laf. What prince is that?
Clo. The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of darkness;
alias, the devil.
40
Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this to
suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.
Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a
great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good
fire.
But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let
his nobility remain
in's court. I am for the house with the narrow gate,
which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that
humble themselves may; but the many will be too chill
[196]
and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads
to the broad gate and the great fire.
50
Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and
I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee.
Go thy ways: let my horses be well looked to, without any
tricks.
Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em,
sir, they shall be jades'
55
tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature. [Exit.
Laf. A shrewd knave and an unhappy.
Count. So
he is. My lord that's gone made himself
much sport out of him: by his authority he remains here,
which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and, indeed,
60
Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about
to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and that
my lord your son was upon his return home, I moved the
king my master to speak in the behalf of my daughter;
65
which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a
self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his highness
hath promised me to do it: and, to stop up the displeasure
he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter.
How does your ladyship like it?
70
Count. With very much content, my lord; and I wish
it happily effected.
Laf. His highness comes post from
Marseilles, of as
able body as when
he numbered thirty: he will be here to-morrow,
or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence
75
hath seldom failed.
I die. I have letters that my son will be here to-night: I
shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till they
meet together.
[197]
80
Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I
might safely be admitted.
Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege.
Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I
thank my God it holds yet.
85
Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a
patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't
or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet:
his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right
cheek is worn bare.
90
Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery
of honour; so belike is that.
Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to
95
Clo. Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine
hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and
nod at every man. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene v.] Scene viii. Pope.
Countess,] Old Lady, Ff.
[5] advanced] advantaged Warburton.
[6] than by that] but for that Hanmer.
[7] I had] he had Hanmer (Theobald
conj.).
[13] salads] sallets Ff.
[15] salad] sallet Ff.
[16] herbs] Ff. sallet-herbs Rowe.
pot-herbs Collier MS.
[19] grass] Rowe. grace Ff.
[24] his wife] this wife F2.
[26] bauble] folly Hanmer.
[34] Who's] F4. Whose F1 F2 F3.
[35] a'] a Ff. he Rowe (ed. 2).
name] Rowe. maine F1 F2.
main F3. mean F4. mien Anon.
conj.
[36] hotter] honour'd
Hanmer (Warburton).
there] F1 F2. here F3 F4.
[41] suggest] seduce Rowe (ed. 2).
[42] I am] I'm Theobald.
[43, 44] fire But, sure, he ... world;]
fire, but sure he ... world, Ff. fire; but
since he ... world, Hanmer. fire. But,
for he ... world, Capell.
[44] his] the Collier MS.
[54] sir] om. Rowe.
[57] he] Rowe. a Ff.
[60] pace] place Hanmer.
runs] he runs F3 F4.
[72] Marseilles] Pope. Marcellus
F1. Marsellis F2. Marselles F3 F4.
[73] he] Rowe (ed. 2). a Ff. and
Rowe (ed. 1).
[76] It] Ir F1. I F2.
that I hope I] that hope that I
Warburton.
[90] Laf.] F1. La. F2 F3 F4. Count
Rowe.
[90, 91] A scar ... that] Printed as
three lines in Ff, ending got ... honour
... that.
[92] carbonadoed] Theobald. carbinado'd
Ff.
[93] Laf.] F1 F3 F4. La. F2 (and
frequently in this scene).
[93, 94] Let us ... soldier] Printed as
three lines in Ff, ending see ... talk ...
soldier.
ACT V.
Enter Helena, Widow, and Diana, with two Attendants.
Hel. But this exceeding posting day and night
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it:
[198]
But since
you have made the days and nights as one,
To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs,
5
Be bold you do so grow in my requital
As nothing can unroot you. In happy time;
This man may help me to his majesty's ear,
If he would spend his power. God save you, sir.
10
Hel. Sir, I have seen you in the court of France.
Gent. I have been sometimes there.
Hel. I do presume, sir, that you are not fallen
From the report that goes upon your goodness;
And therefore, goaded with most sharp occasions,
15
Which lay nice manners by, I put you to
The use of your own
virtues, for the which
I shall continue thankful.
Hel. That it will please you
To give this poor petition to the king,
20
And aid me with that store of power you have
To come into his presence.
Gent. The king's not here.
Gent. Not, indeed:
He hence removed last night and with more haste
Than is his use.
Wid. Lord, how we lose our pains!
25
Hel. All's well that ends well yet,
Though time seem so adverse and means unfit.
I do beseech you, whither is he gone?
Gent. Marry, as I take it, to Rousillon;
Whither I am going.
Hel. I do beseech you, sir,
30
Since you are like to see the king before me,
Commend the paper to his gracious hand,
[199]
Which I presume shall render you no blame
But rather make you thank your pains for it.
I will come after you with what good speed
35
Gent. This I'll do for you.
Hel. And you shall find yourself to be well thank'd,
Whate'er falls more. We must to horse again.
Go, go, provide. [Exeunt.
letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to you, when
I have held familiarity with fresher clothes; but I am now,
sir, muddied in fortune's
mood, and smell somewhat strong
of her strong displeasure.
Clo. Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it
smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will henceforth eat
no fish of fortune's buttering. Prithee, allow the wind.
Par. Nay, you need not to stop your nose, sir; I
10
Clo. Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
nose;
or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get thee
further.
Par. Pray you, sir, deliver me this paper.
15
Clo. Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he comes
himself.
a
musk-cat,—that
has fallen into the unclean fishpond of
her displeasure, and, as he says, is muddied withal: pray
you, sir, use the carp as you may; for he looks like a poor,
decayed,
ingenious, foolish, rascally knave. I do pity his
distress in my
similes of comfort and leave him to your
lordship. [Exit.
25
Par. My lord, I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly
scratched.
Laf. And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too
late to pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who of
30
herself is a good lady and would not have knaves thrive
justices make you and fortune friends: I am for other
business.
Par. I beseech your honour to hear me one single
35
word.
Laf. You beg a single penny more: come, you shall
ha't; save your word.
Par. My name, my good lord, is Parolles.
Laf. You beg more than
'word,' then. Cox my passion!
40
give me your hand. How does your drum?
Par. O my good lord, you were the first that found
me!
Laf. Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost
thee.
45
Par. It
lies in you, my lord, to bring me in some grace,
for you did bring me out.
[201]
Laf. Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at
once both the office of God and the devil? One brings thee
50
The king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah, inquire
further after me; I had talk of you last night: though
you are a fool and a knave, you shall eat; go to, follow.
Par. I praise God for you. [Exeunt.
Scene III. Rousillon. The Count's palace.
Flourish. Enter King, Countess, Lafeu,
the two French Lords,
with Attendants.
Was made much poorer by it: but your son,
As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know
Her estimation home.
Count. 'Tis past, my liege;
5
And I beseech your majesty to make it
Natural rebellion, done i' the
blaze of youth;
When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,
King. My honour'd lady,
I have forgiven and forgotten all;
10
Though my revenges were high bent upon him,
And watch'd the time to shoot.
Laf. This I must say,
But first I beg my pardon, the young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother and his lady
Offence of mighty note; but to himself
15
The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive,
Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve
[202]
Humbly call'd mistress.
King. Praising what is lost
20
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
All repetition: let him not ask our pardon;
The
nature of his great offence is dead,
And deeper than oblivion
we do bury
The incensing relics of it: let him approach,
A stranger, no offender; and inform him
So 'tis our will he should.
Gent. I shall, my liege. [Exit.
King. What says he to your daughter? have you spoke?
Laf. All that he is hath reference to your highness.
30
King. Then shall we have a match. I have letters sent me
That
set him high in fame.
For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
In me at once: but to the brightest beams
35
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
The time is fair again.
Ber. My high-repented blames,
Dear sovereign, pardon to me.
King. All is whole;
Not one word more of the consumed time.
Let's take the instant by the
forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them. You remember
The daughter of this lord?
[203]
45
I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue:
Where the impression of mine eye infixing,
Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,
Which
warp'd the line of every other favour;
Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;
Extended or contracted all proportions
To a most hideous object: thence it came
That she whom all men praised and whom myself,
Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eye
The dust that did offend it.
55
King. Well excused:
That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away
From the great compt: but love that comes too late.
To the great sender turns a
sour offence,
Make
trivial price of serious things we have,
Not knowing them until we know their grave:
Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,
Destroy our friends and after weep their dust:
65
Our own love waking cries to see what's done,
Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:
[204]
The main consents are had; and here we'll stay
70
To see our widower's second marriage-day.
Count. Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!
Laf. Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
Must be
digested, give a favour from you
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,
Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,
I saw upon her finger.
King. Now, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,
While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.
This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,
I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood
85
I would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reave her
Of what should stead her most?
Ber. My gracious sovereign,
Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,
The ring was never hers.
Count. Son, on my life,
90
I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd it
Laf. I am sure I saw her wear it.
Ber. You are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:
In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,
[205]
Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the name
95
Of her that threw it: noble she was, and thought
I stood
engaged: but when I had subscribed
To mine own fortune and inform'd her fully
I could not answer in that course of honour
As she had made the overture, she ceased
100
In heavy satisfaction and would never
Receive the ring again.
That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,
Hath not in nature's mystery more science
Than I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,
105
Whoever gave it you. Then, if you know
That you are well acquainted with yourself,
Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcement
You got it from her: she call'd the saints to surety
That she would never put it from her finger,
110
Where you have never come, or sent it us
Upon her great disaster.
King. Thou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;
115
That thou art so inhuman,—'twill not prove so;—
And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,
And she is dead; which nothing, but to close
Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,
120
More than to see this ring. Take him away.
My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,
Shall
tax my fears of little vanity,
Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!
[206]
We'll sift this matter further.
Ber. If you shall prove
125
This ring was ever hers, you shall as easy
Prove that I husbanded her bed in Florence,
Gent. Gracious sovereign,
130
Here's a petition from a Florentine,
To tender it herself. I undertook it,
Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speech
Of the poor suppliant, who by this I know
135
Is here attending: her business looks in her
In a sweet verbal brief, it did concern
Your highness with herself.
King. [reads] Upon his many protestations to marry me
140
when his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he won me. Now is the
Count Rousillon a widower: his vows are forfeited to me, and my
honour's paid to him. He stole from Florence, taking no leave, and
I follow him to
his country for justice: grant it me, O king! in
you it best lies; otherwise a seducer flourishes, and a poor maid is
145
[207]
King. The heavens have thought well on thee, Lafeu,
To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors:
150
Go speedily and bring again the
count.
I am
afeard the life of Helen, lady,
Count. Now, justice on the doers!
Re-enter Bertram, guarded.
Dia. I am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,
My suit, as I do understand, you know,
And therefore know how far I may be pitied.
160
Wid. I am her mother, sir, whose age and honour
Both suffer under this complaint we bring,
And both shall cease, without your remedy.
Ber. My lord, I neither can nor will deny
165
But that I know them: do they charge me further?
Dia. Why do you look so strange upon your wife?
[208]
Ber. She's none of mine, my lord.
Dia. If you shall marry,
You give away this hand, and
that is mine;
You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;
170
You give away
myself, which is known mine;
For I by vow am so embodied yours,
That she which marries you must marry me,
Either both or none.
Laf. Your reputation comes
too short for my daughter;
175
you are no husband for her.
Ber. My lord, this a fond and desperate creature,
Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highness
Lay a more noble thought upon mine honour
Than for to think that I would sink it here.
180
King. Sir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friend
Than in my thought it lies.
Ask him upon his oath, if he does think
He had not my virginity.
King. What say'st thou to her?
185
Ber. She's impudent, my lord,
And was a common gamester to the camp.
Dia. He does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,
He might have bought me at a common price:
Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,
190
Whose high respect and rich validity
Did lack a parallel; yet for all that
He gave it to a commoner o' the camp,
If I be one.
[209]
Of six preceding ancestors, that gem,
195
Hath
it been owed and worn. This is his wife;
That ring's a thousand proofs.
King. Methought you said
You saw one here in court could witness it.
Dia. I did, my lord, but loath am to produce
200
So bad an instrument: his name's Parolles.
Laf. I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
Ber. What of him?
He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,
With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;
205
Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,
That will speak any thing?
King. She hath that ring of yours.
Ber. I think she has: certain it is I liked her,
And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:
210
She knew her distance, and did angle
for me,
Madding my eagerness with her restraint,
As all impediments in fancy's course
Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine,
215
Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
And I had that which
any inferior might
At market-price have bought.
Dia. I must be patient:
[210]
May justly
diet me. I pray you yet,
Since you lack virtue I will lose a husband,
Send for your ring, I will return
it home,
And give me mine again.
King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
The same upon your finger.
225
King. Know you this ring? this ring was his of late.
Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed.
King. The story then goes false, you threw it him
Out of a casement.
Ber. My lord, I do confess the ring was
hers.
230
King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather starts you.
Is this the man you speak of?
Not fearing the displeasure of your master,
Which on your just proceeding I'll keep off,
235
By him and by this woman here what know you?
Par. So please your majesty, my master hath been
an honourable
gentleman: tricks he hath had in him, which
gentlemen have.
King. Come, come, to the purpose: did he love this
240
woman?
Par. He did love her, sir, as a
gentleman loves a woman.
245
Par. He loved her, sir, and loved her not.
King. As thou art a
knave, and no knave. What an
equivocal companion is this!
Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's command.
Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.
250
Dia. Do you know he promised me marriage?
Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak.
King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest?
Par. Yes, so please your majesty. I did go between
255
he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of Limbo,
and of Furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that
credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to
bed, and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and
things
which would derive me ill will to speak of; therefore
I will not speak what I know.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou
canst
say they are married: but thou art too fine in thy evidence;
therefore stand aside.
This ring, you say, was yours?
265
King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you?
Dia. It was not lent me neither.
King. Where did you find it, then?
King. If it were yours by none of all these ways,
[212]
How could you give it him?
Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes
off and on at pleasure.
King. This ring was mine; I gave it his first wife.
Dia. It might be yours or hers, for aught I know.
275
King. Take her away; I do not like her now;
To prison with her: and away with him.
Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,
Thou diest within this hour.
Dia. I'll never tell you.
Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege.
280
King. I think thee now some common customer.
Dia. By
Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas
you.
King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all this while?
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't;
285
I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not.
Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
I am either maid, or else this
old man's wife.
King. She does abuse our ears: to prison with her.
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. Stay, royal sir:
[Exit Widow.
290
The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
Who hath abused me, as he knows himself,
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
He knows himself my bed he hath defiled;
295
And at that time he got his wife with child:
Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick:
So there's my riddle,—One that's dead is quick:
And now behold the meaning.
King. Is there no exorcist
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?
Is't real that I see?
300
Hel. No, my good lord;
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
The name and not the thing.
Ber. Both, both. O, pardon!
Hel. O my good lord, when I was like this maid,
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring;
305
And, look you, here's your letter; this it says:
'When from my finger you can get this ring
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly,
310
I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Hel. If it appear not plain and prove untrue,
Deadly divorce step between me and you!
O my dear mother, do I see you living?
Laf. Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon:
315
I thank thee: wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee:
Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
King. Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow.
320
[To Diana] If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess that by thy honest aid
[214]
Of that and all the progress, more
or less,
All yet seems well; and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
[Flourish.
LINENOTES:
Scene III. The Count's palace.]
A Room of State in the Palace. Capell.
Countess] old Lady Ff.
[1] of her] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
esteem] estate Warburton conj.
(withdrawn).
[6] blaze] Warburton. blade Ff.
[8] O'erbears ... burns] O'er-bear ...
burn Hanmer.
[12, 13] But ... lady] Hanmer
these lines at did ... lady.
[21] We are] We're Pope.
[23] nature] matter Hanmer.
[24] we do] do we Reed.
[28] What ... spoke?] As two lines
in Ff, ending daughter ... spoke?
[30, 31] Printed as prose in Ff.
First as verse by Pope.
[31] set] Rowe. sets Ff.
[32] I am] I'm Pope.
Scene IV. Pope.
Enter Bertram.] Enter Count
Bertram. Ff.
[39] forward] forehead Anon. conj.
[44] Admiringly, my liege, at first]
F3 F4. Admiringly my liege, at first
F1 F2. Admiringly, my liege. At first
Rowe. Admiringly, my liege. Even
at first Hanmer. Admiringly, my liege;
at the first sight Capell. Admiringly.
My liege, at first Collier.
[49] warp'd] warpt F1 F2. wrapt
F3 F4.
[50] Scorn'd] Scorch'd Hanmer
(Warburton). Scors'd Becket conj.
[58, 59] Like ... offence,] (Like ... To an
offender) turns to sour repentanceHanmer.
carried, ... sender] Theobald.
carried ... sender, Ff. carried, ... sender,
Rowe.
[59] sour] sore Collier MS.
[60] that's gone] that is gone Rowe
(ed. 2).
Our] Our own Capell.
faults] thoughts Long MS.
[61] trivial] triviall F1 F2. triall
F3. trial F4.
[65, 66] Our ... afternoon] omitted
in Collier MS.
[65] own] old Collier (Mason conj.).
[66] shameful hate] shapeful hate
F4. shame full late W. G. C. (Fras.
Mag.) conj.
sleeps] slept Johnson conj.
[67, 68] forget her ... fair Maudlin]
forget ... Margaret Anon. conj.
[71] Count.] Theobald. Continued
to King in Ff.
O dear] dear Lloyd conj.
[72] meet,] Rowe. meet F1 F2.
meet F3 F4.
in me] in one Long MS.
cesse] F1. ceasse F2. ceass F3.
cease F4.
[74] digested] F1 F4. disgested F2 F3.
[76] [B. gives a ring.] Hanmer.
[79] that e'er I] that ere I Ff. that
e'er she Rowe. time e'er she Hanmer.
time, ere she Collier (Collier MS.).
that ... leave] leave that I took of
her Jervis conj.
[85] Necessitied] F1 F2 F3. Necessited
F4.
[90] I have] I've Pope.
[91] life's] Rowe. lives Ff.
I am] I'm Pope.
[96] engaged] Rowe. ingag'd Ff.
ungag'd Theobald. in gage Jackson
conj.
[101] Plutus] Rowe (ed. 2). Platus]
Ff.
[110] yourself] you selfe F2.
[114] conjectural] connecturall F1.
[115] would fain] should fain Capell
(corrected in MS.).
out.] out, F1 F2 F3. out; F4.
[120] [Guards seize B.] Rowe.
[122] tax] F3 F4. taxe F2. taze F1.
[127] [Exit, guarded.] Rowe.
[128] scene v. Pope.
I am] I'm Pope.
thinkings] thinking Rowe.
Enter....] Ff (after line 127).
Enter the Astringer. Grant White.
[129] I have] I've Pope.
to blame] too blame Ff.
[131] hath] had Heath conj.
for four] some four Warburton.
[136] importing] important Boswell
(1821).
[139] King, [reads] A letter. Ff.
The King reads a letter. Rowe.
[143] his] F1 F2. this F3 F4.
[144] you it best] your breast it
Hanmer.
[145, 157] Capilet] Ff. Capulet Rowe.
[146] fair] faire F1. feare F2. fear
F3 F4.
and toll] a toule Becket conj.
[146, 147] toll for this: I'll] toule
for this. Ile F1. toule him for this.
Ile F2 F3 F4. toll for him. For this,
I'll Theobald, toll him: for this, I'll
Steevens. toll: for this, I'll Collier
(Mason conj.). towl him: for this,
I'll Grant White.
[147] this ... him] him ... this Anon,
conj.
[150] [Exeunt some Attendants.
Capell. Exeunt Gentleman and some
Attendants. Malone.
[151] afeard] afraid Rowe.
[152] Re-enter B., guarded.] Capell.
Enter Bertram. Ff (after line
150).
[153] sir, sith wives are monsters]
Dyce. sir, sir, wives are monsters F1.
sir, wives are such monsters F2. sir,
wives are so monstrous F3 F4. sir,
since wives are monsters Steevens (Tyrwhitt
conj.). sir, sin wives are monsters
Becket conj. sir, for wives are
monsters Collier (Egerton MS.).
[154] them lordship] to them Rowe
(ed. 2). them worship Anon. conj.
[155] marry] wed Pope.
Enter Widow and Diana.]
Enter Widdow, Diana, and Parolles.
Ff. Re-enter Gentleman with Widow
and Diana. Malone. Enter the Astringer
with ... Grant White.
[157] Capilet] Capulets Heath conj.
[163] hither] F2 F3 F4. hether F1.
count; do you] count; do you
not Hanmer. count; say, do you Capell.
county, do you S. Walker conj.
[168] that is] this is or that were
Seymour conj.
[170] myself] my flesh Hanmer.
[174] too] om. Hanmer, who reads
lines 174, 175 as verse, ending comes
... her.
[To Bertram. Rowe.
[179] Than for] Than e'er Pope.
Than so Collier MS.
[181] them: fairer] Hanmer (Theobald
conj.). them fairer: Ff.
[182] Good] Now, good Hanmer.
[192, 204] o'] Rowe. a' Ff.
[193] Count.] Coun. F1. Boun. F2.
Old La. F3 F4.
'tis it] Capell. 'tis hit Ff.
'tis his Pope. is hit Malone conj. 'tis
fit Henley conj.
[195] to the sequent] to 'th sequent
F1 F2. to th' sequent F3 F4. to th' subsequent
Pope.
[196] it] so Hanmer.
[202] [Exit an Attendant. Dyce.
him?] F2 F3 F4. him: F1.
[205] Whose nature sickens but ...
truth.] Hanmer. Whose nature sickens:
but ... truth, Ff. Which nature
sickens with: but to speak truth, Rowe.
[210] for me] F1. of me F2 F3 F4.
[214] infinite cunning] Singer (S.
Walker conj.). insuite comming F1.
insuit comming F2 F3. insuit coming
F4. in suit coming Hanmer. insuit
cunning Easy conj. instant comity
Bubier conj.
infinite ... grace] own suit joining
with her mothers, scarce Heath
conj.
modern] modest Long MS.
[216] any] an or my S.Walker conj.
[218] have turn'd off] Ff. turn'd
off Rowe (ed. 2).
[219] diet] edict Jackson conj.
[221] it] this Hanmer.
[223, 224] Sir, ... finger] Metre as in
Capell. As one line in Ff. Much
like that same upon your finger, sir.
Hanmer.
[228] Dia. I have ... truth] omitted
by Rowe.
[Enter P.] Ff. Re-enter Attendant,
with P. Dyce (after line
230).
[229] Scene vi. Pope.
[231] Ay] It is Theobald.
[232] Tell me, sirrah] Now tell me,
sirrah Capell.
sirrah, but tell me true] but
tell me true, sirrah Hanmer.
[236] gentleman] gentlemen F2.
[241, 242] but how? King. How,]
King. But how, how, Malone conj.
[243] gentleman] Rowe. Gent. Ff.
[246] knave.] knave, Ff. knave;
Rowe.
[252] But] What! Capell conj.
[254] than that, he] F4. then that
he F1 F2. then that, he F3.
loved her:] lov'd her,—Capell.
[259] which] F1 F2. that F3 F4.
[261-263] Collier prints as three
lines ending canst ... fine ... aside.
[266] nor I did not] F1 F2. nor did
not F3 F4. nor did I Theobald.
[270] gave it] gave't S. Walker
conj.
[281] Jove] God Nicholson conj.
[To Lafeu. Hanmer.]
[287] I am] I'm Pope.
old] om. Long MS.
[Pointing to Laf. Rowe.
[289] [Exit Widow.] Pope.
[298] Re-enter...] Capell. Enter
Hellen and Widow. Ff.
[307] And are] Rowe. And is Ff.
This is done] This now is
done Hanmer.
[315-317] Hanmer prints as three
lines ending handkerchief, ... with thee:
... ones.
[315] [To Parolles] Rowe.
Good ... handkercher] as a verse
in Ff. Now good.... Hanmer.
handkercher] handkerchief
Rowe.
[316] I thank] 'thank Hanmer.
[320] [To Diana] Rowe.
[323] Thou kept'st] Thou'st kept
Anon. conj.
kept'st] keptst F1. keeptst F2.
keepest F3 F4. keep'st Rowe (ed. 1).
kep'st Rowe (ed. 2).
[324] or] and Theobald.
[325] Resolvedly] F4. Resoldvedly
F1. Resoldv'dly F2 F3.
[327] [Flourish.] Ff. Exeunt.
Rowe.
King. The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
5
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
[Exeunt.
[215]
NOTES.
Note I.
Dramatis Personæ. In the Folios Rousillon is spelt, almost
without exception, 'Rossillion,' and Helena in the stage directions
'Hellen.' As the Clown's name occurs in the play we have introduced
it among the 'Dramatis Personæ,' changing however the spelling
from 'Lavatch' to 'Lavache.'
Violenta, whose name occurs in the stage direction at the beginning
of Act iii. Sc. 5, is a mute personage, but as it is possible that
Diana's first speech in that scene should be given to her, we have
retained the name in the list.
Note II.
i. 1. 153. It cannot be doubted that there is some omission here.
The editors, except Steevens, who is satisfied with the text as it stands,
substantially agree either with Hanmer's emendation or Malone's. Mr
Grant White, however, thinks that in either case the transition would
be too abrupt and that the passage omitted was longer and more
important.
If it were not for the
'Pretty fond adoptious christendoms
That blinking Cupid gossips,'
we should be inclined to suppose that the whole passage was by
another hand. Indeed all the foregoing dialogue between Helena and
Parolles is a blot on the play. Mr Badham (Cambridge Essays, 1856,
p. 256) would strike out the whole passage (105-152) from 'Ay, you
have &c.' to 'Will you any thing with it?' as an interpolation.
Note III.
i. 3. 50. No one has been able to discover the origin of the names
'Charbon' and 'Poysam,' or to guess at any probable meaning for[216]
them. Yet it is not likely that they should have been given at
random. Is it possible that Shakespeare may have written 'Chairbonne'
and 'Poisson,' alluding to the respective lenten fare of the
Puritan and the Papist?
The same suggestion was made independently by Mr Easy (Notes
and Queries, 3rd S. iv. 106) after the present note was in the printers'
hands (Ibid. p. 203).
Note IV.
i. 3. 106. We have not inserted Theobald's admirable emendation
in the text, because it is probable that something more has been
omitted, perhaps a whole line of the MS.
Becket would transpose the sentences and read thus:
'... level. This she delivered ... exclaim in.—Queen of Virgins!
that ... afterward. This I held....'
We take this opportunity of saying that many of Becket's proposed
changes are so sweeping that we found it impossible to record them in
the compass of a foot-note, and at the same time so improbable, that
we did not think it worth while to record them separately at the end.
Note V.
i. 3. 118. We have followed the Folios in placing Helena's entry
after line 118, rather than after 126, as most recent editors have done.
The Countess may be supposed to be observing Helena earnestly as
she enters with slow step and downcast eyes. Her words have thus
more force and point.
Note VI.
ii. 1. 1, 2. The editors have for the most part followed Hanmer's
correction 'lord ... lord' for 'lords ... lords,' the reading of the
Folios, on the ground that there is no reason why the lords who are
taking leave should be divided into two sections. But from the stage
direction 'divers young Lords,' it is clear that there are more than two.
Mr Staunton thinks that the king first addresses himself to the young
lords in general, and then turns to the two who are spokesmen in the
scene and bids them share in the advice just given to their companions.
We rather incline to think that the young lords are divided into
two sections according as they intended to take service with the 'Florentines'
or the 'Senoys.' The king had said, i. 2. 13-15:
Yet, for our gentlemen that mean to see
The Tuscan service, freely have they leave
To stand on either part.
[217]
Throughout this scene the two speakers whom Rowe and all
subsequent editors have called 'First' and 'Second Lord' are called
in the Folios 'Lord G.' and 'Lord E.' In all likelihood, as Capell
has suggested, the parts were originally played by two actors
whose names began respectively with G and E; and, in fact, in
the list of 'Principall Actors' prefixed to the first Folio we find
the names 'Gilburne,' 'Goughe' and 'Ecclestone.' The same actors
doubtless took the parts of the two gentlemen who bring the
letter to Helena in the 2nd scene of Act iii., and who in the stage
directions of the Folio are termed 'Fren. G.' and 'Fren. E.' Mr
Collier indeed interprets these words to mean 'French Envoy' and
'French Gentleman,' but they are spoken of as 'two gentlemen' in the
stage direction at line 41, and one was as much an 'envoy' as the other.
This interpretation moreover leaves the 'G.' and 'E.' of the former
scene and of subsequent scenes quite unexplained. Some have supposed
the 'two gentlemen' of iii. 1, to be the same as the 'two lords'
of ii. 1, and as far as the action of the Drama is concerned, there is no
reason why they should not be, but when the two lords reappear in
iii. 6 they are introduced thus; 'Enter Count Rossillion and the
Frenchmen, as at first:' which seems to prove that the two gentlemen
were different persons though played by the same actors. In
this latter scene the two lords are called Cap. G. and Cap. E. according
to their rank in the Florentine service. The confusion of speakers
in the dialogue at the close of this scene will be remedied if we suppose
the Folio to have printed Cap. G. by mistake for Cap. E. in
line 97 and Cap. E. for Cap. G. in lines 99, 105. 'Lord E.' appears
again in iv. 1, and 'Cap. G.' and 'Cap. E.' in iv. 3.
Note VII.
ii. 1. 3. Johnson in his note to this passage says that all the latter
copies have '... if both again,' and that Sir T. Hanmer reads 'if both
gain all.' The statement as to Hanmer's reading was corrected in the
'Steevens and Johnson' of 1793, but that as to all the latter copies,
though equally erroneous, was allowed to remain.
Note VIII.
ii. 1. 23. In the absence of any guidance from the Folios we have
thought it better to follow Pope, who makes the king leave the stage,
than Capell, who supposes that he retires to a couch. Bertram and
Parolles could hardly, consistently with the etiquette of a court, or
indeed the rules of good manners (of which Shakespeare had an[218]
instinctive knowledge), carry on a whispered conversation in the royal
presence. The king we may suppose is carried out on a couch.
When Bertram says, 'Stay: the king,' the ushers in attendance throw
open the folding doors at the back of the stage, Bertram and Parolles
retire close to one of the side doors, and while they are speaking together
then the king is borne in upon his couch to the front of the
stage. To say that the king retires to a couch, as Capell does, would
imply that he was able to walk, but from what Lafeu says, lines 61, 62,
it is clear that he could not even stand. We must therefore suppose
that he is reclining on a couch throughout the whole scene. Thus,
at his first appearance, his illness would be made evident to the spectators.
After they have set the couch down, the attendants retire to the
back of the stage so as to be out of ear-shot.
Note IX.
ii. 1. 46. As printed in the Folios, the words 'what will ye do?'
seem to be a taunt addressed, after the speaker's manner, to the young
lords when their backs were turned and they were out of hearing.
Note X.
ii. 1. 142. The correction made by Theobald is found also in a
MS. note on the margin of the copy of the first Folio, which belongs
to Lord Ellesmere, i.e. 'ffits' for 'shifts.' Theobald's emendation
'loneliness' for 'loveliness,' i. 3. 162, is also found there.
Note XI.
ii. 3. 282. In the margin of the third Folio belonging to the Capell
collection an unknown hand has made the correction 'detested' for
'detected.'
Note XII.
ii. 5. 36. Another reading proposed by an anonymous correspondent
of Theobald's will be found in his Letters to Warburton, Nichols'
Illustrations, ii. 346.
[219]
Note XIII.
iii. 3. 3. Mr Grant White says that the Folio has merely 'Sir it'—'is'
having dropped out. He appears to have quoted from the
reprint of the first Folio, published in 1808. The copies to which we
have access read 'Sir it is.'
Note XIV.
iii. 7. 22. In this, as in so many other cases, Capell was the first
to restore the true reading from F1. Steevens follows him, but as
usual without acknowledgement. Sometimes as at v. 3. 193, he passes
his authority over in silence, sometimes as at i. 2. 35, he sedulously
attributes to some one else that which was undoubtedly Capell's by
priority of publication. At iv. 3. 152 he assigns to an anonymous
correspondent a reading which Hanmer had introduced. Steevens probably
derived his knowledge of it from Capell, who had adopted it.
Such unworthy practices go far to explain and justify the enmities of
which Steevens was the object during his life-time.
Note XV.
iv. 2. 25. The word Jove's has here probably been substituted for
the original God's in obedience to the statute against profanity. Read
'God's' and all is plain. 'How,' asks Diana, 'can you believe me if I
swear by the purity and holiness of God to do an impure and unholy
deed?'
Johnson said in his note that he could hardly distinguish whether
the reading of the first Folio were Iove's or Love's. Ritson, who was
not ashamed lusco dicere 'lusce,' taunted him bitterly.
Note XVI.
iv. 3. 55. Mr Singer says that the old copy (meaning the first
Folio) misprints selfe for itselfe. Mr Collier tells us that some copies
of F1 have itselfe. All the copies we know of read it selfe.
[220]
Note XVII.
v. 2. 4. Warburton adopts Theobald's reading and copies in substance
his note, but he has not claimed it in his copy of Theobald's
edition. The conjecture was originally made in one of Theobald's
letters to Warburton, Capell adopted the emendation, but afterwards
repented.
Note XVIII.
Epilogue, 4. Mr Collier, in his second edition, quotes this substitution
of 'succeeding' for 'exceeding,' but does not say by whom it
was proposed.
[221]
TWELFTH NIGHT;
OR,
WHAT YOU WILL.
[222]
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[9].
| Orsino, Duke of Illyria. | |
| Sebastian, brother to Viola. | |
| Antonio, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian. | |
| A Sea Captain, friend to Viola. | |
| Valentine, | }gentlemen attending on the Duke. |
| Curio, | } |
| Sir Toby Belch, uncle to Olivia. | |
| Sir Andrew Aguecheek. | |
| Malvolio, steward to Olivia. | |
| Fabian, | } servants to Olivia. |
| Feste a Clown, | } |
| Olivia. | |
| Viola. | |
| Maria, Olivia's woman. | |
| Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and | |
| other Attendants. | |
| Scene: A city in Illyria, and the sea-coast near it. | |
[223]
ACT I.
Scene I. An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter Duke,
Curio,
and other Lords;
Musicians attending.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on;
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
5
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet
sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
10
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the
sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
[224]
Even in a minute! so full of shapes
is fancy,
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when
mine eyes did see Olivia first,
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
How now! what news from her?
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted;
25
But from her handmaid do return this answer:
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk
And water once a day her
chamber round
With eye-offending brine: all this to season
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh
Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
35
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
That live in her; when liver, brain and heart,
[225]
Her sweet perfections with one
self king!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers:
LINENOTES:
Twelfth Night] Twelfe Night
F1.
Musicians ...] Musick ... Capell. om.
Ff.
[2, 3] surfeiting, The appetite may]
surfeiting The app'tite, Love may
Warburton.
[5] sound] Ff. wind Rowe (ed. 1).
south Pope. sou' wind Anon. conj.
scent Dent MS. apud Halliwell. sough
Anon. conj.
[11] sea,] Rowe (ed. 2). sea. Ff.
sea; Rowe (ed. 1).
[14] is fancy] in fancy Theobald
(Warburton).
[15] That it alone is] And thou all
o'er art Hanmer.
high] hight Warburton.
[16] Curio] Curia F4.
[19] mine] my Pope (ed. 2).
[20] Methought ... pestilence!] (Methought ...
pestilence) Capell.
[23] E'er] Rowe. Ere F1 F2 F4.
E're F3.
Enter V.] Ff (after her).
[26] years' heat] Harness. yeares
heate F1 F2. yeares heat F3. years
heat F4. years hence Rowe (ed. 2).
See note (ii).
[29] chamber] F1. chambers F2 F3
F4. chamber's Capell.
[32] remembrance] remembrance still
Pope, rememberance Capell conj. MS.
[38] These] Three Hanmer (Warburton).
[38, 39] are ... fill'd Her ... perfections]
are ... fill'd, (O sweet perfection!)
Warburton conj. are ... filled, Her ...
perfections, Pope. are ... fill'd, (Her
sweet perfection) Capell. her ... perfections
Are ... fill'd Collier conj.
[39] self] selfe F1. selfe same F2.
self same F3. self-same F4.
[41] Love-thoughts] F1 F2 F3. Love
thoughts F4.
Enter Viola, a Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?
My brother he is in Elysium.
5
Perchance he is not drown'd: what think you, sailors?
Cap. It is perchance that you yourself were saved.
Vio. O my poor brother!
and so perchance may he be.
Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance,
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
10
When you and
those poor number saved with you
Most provident in peril, bind himself,
Courage and hope both teaching him the practice,
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;
15
Where, like
Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves
So long as I could see.
Vio. For saying so, there's gold:
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
20
Whereto thy speech serves for authority,
The like of him.
Know'st thou this country?
[226]
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Not three hours' travel from this very place.
25
Cap. A noble Duke, in nature as
in name.
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him:
30
Cap. And so is now, or was so very late;
For but a month ago I went from hence,
And then 'twas fresh in murmur,—as, you know,
What great ones do the less will prattle of,—
That he did seek the love of fair Olivia.
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
In the protection of his son, her brother,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear
love,
And sight of men.
Vio. O that I served that lady,
Till I had made mine own occasion
mellow,
What my estate is!
Cap. That were hard to compass;
45
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the Duke's.
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
50
I
will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
[227]
I prithee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become
55
The form of my intent. I'll serve this Duke:
Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him:
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,
That will allow me very worth his service.
60
What else may hap to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see.
Vio. I thank thee: lead me on. [Exeunt.
Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.
Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death
of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in earlier
o' nights: your
cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to
5
your ill hours.
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the
modest limits of order.
Sir To. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer than I
10
am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be
these boots too:
an they be not, let them hang themselves
in their own straps.
Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I
heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight
15
that you brought in one night here to be her wooer.
Sir To. Who, Sir Andrew Aguecheek?
[228]
Sir To. He's as tall a man as
any's in Illyria.
Mar. What's that to the purpose?
20
Sir To. Why, he
has three thousand ducats a year.
Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats:
he's a very fool and a prodigal.
and speaks three or four languages word for word
25
without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and but that he
hath the gift of a coward to allay the
gust he hath in quarrelling,
'tis thought among the prudent he would quickly
30
have the gift of a grave.
that say so of him. Who are they?
35
Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece: I 'll drink
to her as long as
there is a passage in my throat and drink
in Illyria: he's a coward and a
coystrill that will not drink
to my niece till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top.
What, wench! Castiliano
vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew
Enter Sir
Andrew Aguecheek.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby Belch!
Sir To. Sweet Sir Andrew!
Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
45
Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.
[229]
Sir And. What's that?
Sir To. My niece's chambermaid.
50
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir To. You mistake, knight: 'accost' is front her,
board
her, woo her, assail her.
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in
55
this company. Is that the meaning of 'accost'?
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
mightst never draw sword again.
Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I might
60
never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have
fools in hand?
Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.
Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's my
hand.
65
Mar. Now, sir, 'thought is free': I pray you, bring your
hand to the buttery-bar and let it drink.
Sir And. Wherefore, sweet-heart? what's your metaphor?
70
Sir And. Why, I think so: I am not such an ass but I
can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?
Sir And. Are you full of them?
Mar. Ay, sir, I have them at my
fingers' ends: marry,
75
now I let go your hand, I am barren.
[Exit.
Sir To. O knight, thou lackest a cup of canary: when
did I see thee so put down?
[230]
Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you see
canary
put me down. Methinks sometimes I have no more
wit than a Christian or an ordinary man
has: but I am a
great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.
Sir And. An I thought that, I'ld forswear it. I'll ride
home to-morrow, Sir Toby.
Sir And. What is 'pourquoi'? do or not do? I would
I had bestowed that time in the tongues that I have in
fencing, dancing and bear-baiting: O, had I but followed
the arts!
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Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of
hair.
Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair?
Sir To. Past question; for thou seest it will not
curl
by nature.
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Sir And. But it becomes
me well enough, does't not?
Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; and
I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs and
spin it off.
Sir And. Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: your
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niece will not be seen; or if she be, it's four to one she'll
none of me: the
count himself here hard by woos her.
Sir To. She'll none o' the count: she'll not match
above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; I have
heard her
swear't. Tut, there's life in't, man.
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Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o'
the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and
revels sometimes altogether.
Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be,
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under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare
Sir And. Faith, I can cut a caper.
Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't.
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Sir And. And I think I have the back-trick simply
as
strong as any man in Illyria.
Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore
have these gifts a curtain before 'em? are they like to take
dust, like Mistress Mall's picture? why dost thou not go to
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church in a galliard and come home in a
coranto? My
very walk should be a jig; I would not so much as make
a world to hide virtues in? I did
think, by the excellent
constitution of thy leg, it was formed under the star of a
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galliard.
Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well
Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born
under Taurus?
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Sir And. Taurus!
That's sides and heart.
Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee
caper: ha! higher: ha, ha! excellent!
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene III.:
Olivia's house.] Rowe.
[4] o'] Capell. a Ff.
cousin] neice Rowe (ed. 2).
[6] except,] Ff. except Hanmer.
before] as before Rann (Farmer
conj.).
[11] an] Theobald. and Ff. if
Pope.
[18] any's] any Pope.
[20] has] F3 F4. ha's F1 F2.
[23, 24] viol-de-gamboys] viol-de-gambo
Rowe.
[26] indeed, almost] indeed all,
most Collier (Upton conj.).
[28] gust] gift Meredith conj.
[31] substractors] subtractors Warburton.
[33] that add, moreover,] add, moreover,
that Anon. conj.
[36] there is] there's Pope (ed. 2).
[37] coystrill] coystril F4. kestrel
Hanmer.
[39] vulgo] volto Hanmer (Warburton).
volgo Johnson.
[40] Agueface] Auge-cheek Theobald.
[41] Scene iv. Pope.
Enter ...] Enter Sir Andrew. Ff.
[48] Sir And.] Ma. F1.
acquaintance] acquaintance—
S. Walker conj. See note (iii).
[51] Mary Accost] Rowe. Mary,
accost Ff.
[52, 53] board her] bourd her Whalley
conj. bourd with her Steevens
conj.
[57] An thou let part] Capell. And
thou let part F1 F2. And thou let her
part F3 F4. If thou let her part Pope.
An thou let her part Theobald.
[59] An] Theobald. And Ff. If
Pope.
[65] Now] Nay S. Walker conj.
[74] Fingers'] fingers F1 F2. finger
F3 F4. finger's Steevens.
[75] [Exit.] Exit Maria. Ff.
[79] put me] F1. put F2 F3 F4.
[80] has] F4. ha's F1 F2 F3.
[83] An] Theobald. And Ff. If
Pope.
[85] Pourquoi] Pur-quoy Ff.
[93, 94] curl by] Theobald. cool my Ff.
[95] me] we F1.
[101, 102] count] Ff. Duke Rowe.
[104] swear't] sweare t F1. sweare
F2. swear F3 F4. swear it Theobald.
[108] kickshawses] F3. kicke-chawses
F1 F2. kick-shaws F4.
[111] an old man] a nobleman
Theobald conj.
[112] excellence] excellence? Mason
conj.
[115] [Dances fantastically. Collier
(Collier MS.).
[120] coranto] Rowe (ed. 2). carranto
Ff.
[122] sink-a-pace] cinque-pace Hanmer.
[123] think] not think Rowe.
[127] in a] in Warburton.
flame-coloured] Rowe (ed. 2).
dam'd colour'd Ff. damask-coloured
Knight. dun-colour'd Collier MS.
damson-coloured Phelps conj. dove-coloured
Anon. conj.
stock] stocke F1 F2. stocken F3
F4. stocking Pope.
set] Rowe (ed. 2). sit Ff.
[130] That's] F3 F4. That F1 F2.
[132] [Sir A. dances again. Collier
(Collier MS.).
Enter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire.
Val. If the Duke continue these favours towards you,
Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath known
you but three days, and already you are no stranger.
Vio. You either fear his humour or my negligence,
[232]
5
that you call in question the continuance of his love: is he
inconstant, sir, in his favours?
Vio. I thank you. Here comes the
count.
Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho?
10
Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.
Duke. Stand you a while aloof. Cesario,
Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
To thee the book even of my secret soul:
Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
15
Be not denied access, stand at her doors,
And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow
Till thou have audience.
Vio. Sure, my noble lord,
If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
20
Duke. Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
Rather than make unprofited return.
Vio. Say I do speak with her, my lord, what then?
Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith:
25
It shall become thee well to act my woes;
She will attend it better in thy youth
Than in a
nuncio's of more grave aspect.
Vio. I think not so, my lord.
Duke. Dear lad, believe it;
For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
30
That say thou art a man: Diana's lip
Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe
And all is semblative a woman's part.
I know thy constellation is right apt
35
For this affair. Some four or five attend him;
All, if you will; for I myself am best
[233]
When least in company. Prosper well in this,
And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
To call his fortunes thine.
Vio. I'll do my best
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Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Exeunt.
Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I
will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may enter in way
of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clo. Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this
5
Clo. He shall see none to fear.
Mar. A good
lenten answer: I can tell thee where that
saying was born, of 'I fear no colours.'
10
Clo. Where, good Mistress Mary?
Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to say
in your foolery.
Clo. Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and
those that are fools, let them use their talents.
15
Mar. Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent;
or,
to be turned away, is not that as good as a
hanging to you?
Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage;
20
Mar. You are resolute, then?
Clo. Not so, neither; but I am resolved on two points.
[234]
Mar. That if one break, the other will hold; or, if
Clo. Apt, in good faith; very apt. Well, go thy way;
25
if Sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert as witty a
piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria.
Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that. Here comes
my lady: make your excuse wisely, you were best.
[Exit.
Clo. Wit,
an't be thy will, put me into
good fooling!
30
Those wits, that think they have thee, do very oft prove
fools; and I, that am sure I lack thee, may pass for a wise
man: for what says Quinapalus? 'Better a witty fool than
a foolish wit.'
Enter Lady Olivia with Malvolio.
35
Oli. Take the fool away.
Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.
Oli. Go to,
you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you: besides,
you grow dishonest.
Clo. Two faults,
madonna, that drink and good counsel
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will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not
dry: bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is
no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him.
Any thing that's mended is but patched: virtue that transgresses
is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but
45
patched with virtue. If that this simple syllogism will serve,
so; if it will not, what remedy? As there is no true
cuckoldbut calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you.
50
Clo. Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus
motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.
[235]
Oli. Can you do it?
Clo. I must catechize you for it, madonna: good my
Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I 'll
bide your
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proof.
Clo. Good madonna, why mournest thou?
Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death.
Clo. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.
Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.
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Clo. The more
fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's
soul being in heaven. Take away the fool,
gentlemen.
Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth he
not mend?
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Mal. Yes, and shall do till the pangs of death shake
him: infirmity, that decays the wise, doth ever make
thebetter fool.
Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for the
better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be sworn that
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I am no fox; but he will not pass his word for two pence
that you are no fool.
Oli. How say you to that, Malvolio?
Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a
barren rascal: I saw him put down the other day with an
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ordinary fool that has no more
brain than a stone. Look
you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh
and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest, I
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Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste
with a distempered appetite. To be generous,
guiltless and
of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that
you deem cannon-bullets: there is no slander in an allowed
fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a
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known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.
Clo. Now Mercury endue thee with
leasing, for thou
speakest well of fools!
Mar. Madam, there is at the gate a young gentleman
much desires to speak with you.
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Oli. From the
Count Orsino, is it?
Mar. I know not, madam: 'tis a fair young man, and
well attended.
Oli. Who of my people hold him in delay?
Mar. Sir Toby, madam, your
kinsman.
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Oli. Fetch him off, I pray you; he speaks nothing but
madman: fie on him!
[Exit Maria.] Go you, Malvolio:
if it be a suit from the count, I am sick, or not at home;
see, sir, how your fooling grows old, and people dislike it.
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Clo. Thou hast spoke for us, madonna, as if thy eldest son
should be a fool; whose skull Jove cram with brains!
for,—herehe comes,—one of thy kin
has a most weak pia mater.
Oli. By mine honour, half drunk. What is he at the
Oli. A gentleman! what gentleman?
[237]
Clo. Good Sir Toby!
Sir To. Lechery! I defy lechery. There's one at the gate.
Oli. Ay, marry, what is he?
Sir To. Let him be the devil,
an he will, I care not:
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give me faith, say I. Well, it's all one. [Exit.
Oli. What's a drunken man like, fool?
Clo. Like a drowned man, a fool and a mad man: one
draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads
him; and a third drowns him.
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Oli. Go thou and seek the
crowner, and let him sit o'
my
coz; for he's in the third degree of drink, he's drowned:
go, look after him.
Clo. He is but mad yet, madonna; and the fool shall
look to the madman.
[Exit.
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Mal. Madam,
yond young fellow swears he will speak
with you. I told him you were sick; he takes on him to
understand so much, and therefore comes to speak with
you. I told him you were asleep; he seems to have a
foreknowledge of that too, and therefore comes to speak
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with you. What is to be said to him, lady? he's fortified
against any denial.
Oli. Tell him he shall not speak with me.
Mal. Has been told so; and he says, he'll stand at
your door like a sheriff's post,
and be the supporter
to a
bench, but he'll speak with you.
Oli. What kind
o' man is he?
Mal. Of very ill
manner; he'll speak with you, will
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you or no.
[238]
Oli. Of what personage and years is he?
Mal. Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough
for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a codling
when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him
in standing water,
between boy and man. He is very well-favoured and he
speaks very shrewishly; one would think his mother's milk
were scarce out of him.
Oli. Let him approach: call in my gentlewoman.
Mal. Gentlewoman, my lady calls. [Exit.
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Oli. Give me my veil: come, throw it o'er my face.
We'll once more hear Orsino's embassy.
Vio. The honourable lady of the house, which is she?
Oli. Speak to me; I shall answer for her. Your will?
Vio. Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty,—I
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pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I
never saw her: I would be loath to cast away my speech,
for besides that it is excellently well penned, I have taken
great pains to con it. Good beauties, let me sustain no
scorn; I am very
comptible, even to the least sinister usage.
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Oli. Whence came you, sir?
Vio. I can say little more than I have studied, and
that question's out of my part. Good gentle one, give me
modest assurance if you be the lady of the house, that I
may proceed in
my speech.
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Oli. Are you a comedian?
Vio. No, my profound heart: and yet, by the very
fangs of malice I swear, I am not that I play. Are you
the lady of the house?
Oli. If I do not usurp myself, I am.
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Vio. Most certain, if you are she, you do usurp your-self;
[239]
for what is yours to bestow is not yours to reserve. But
this is from my commission: I will on with my speech in
your praise, and then show you the heart of my message.
Oli. Come to what is important in't: I forgive you the
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praise.
Vio. Alas, I took great pains to study it, and 'tis
poetical.
Oli. It is the more like to be feigned: I pray you, keep
it in. I heard you were saucy at my gates,
and allowed
your approach rather to wonder at you than to hear you.
If you be
not mad, be gone; if you have reason, be brief:
a dialogue.
Mar. Will you hoist sail, sir? here lies your way.
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Vio. No, good swabber; I am to hull here a little
longer. Some mollification for your giant, sweet lady.
Tell me your mind: I am a messenger.
Oli. Sure, you have some hideous matter to deliver,
when the courtesy of it is so fearful. Speak your office.
195
Vio. It alone concerns your ear. I bring no overture
hand; my words are as full of peace as matter.
Oli. Yet you began rudely. What are you? what
would you?
200
Vio. The rudeness that hath appeared in me have I
learned from my entertainment. What I am, and what I
Oli. Give us the place alone: we will hear this divinity.
205
[240]
Vio. Most sweet lady,—
Oli. A comfortable doctrine, and much may be said of
210
Oli. In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
Vio. To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.
Oli. O, I have read it: it is heresy. Have you no more
to say?
Vio. Good madam, let me see your face.
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Oli. Have you any commission from your lord to negotiate
with my face? You are now out of your text: but
we will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Look
you, sir, such a one I was this present:
is't not well done?
Vio. Excellently done, if God did all.
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Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.
Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
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And leave the world no copy.
Oli. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted; I will give
out divers schedules of my beauty: it shall be inventoried,
and every particle and utensil labelled to my will: as,
item, two lips, indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with
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lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. Were
Vio. I see you what you are, you are too proud;
But, if you were the devil, you are fair.
My lord and master loves you: O, such love
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Could be but recompensed, though you were crown'd
[241]
The nonpareil of beauty!
Oli. How does he love me?
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.
Oli. Your lord does know my mind; I cannot love him:
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Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,
Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulged, free, learn'd and valiant;
And in dimension and the shape of nature
A gracious person:
but yet I cannot love him;
He might have took his answer long ago.
Vio. If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suffering, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense;
I would not understand it.
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Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal
cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
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And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!
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Vio. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.
Oli. Get you to your lord;
I cannot love him: let him send no more;
Unless, perchance, you come to me again,
To tell me how he takes it. Fare you well:
[242]
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I thank you for your pains: spend this for me.
Vio. I am no fee'd post, lady; keep your purse:
My master, not myself, lacks recompense.
Love make his heart of flint that you shall love;
And let your fervour, like my master's, be
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Placed in contempt! Farewell, fair cruelty.[Exit.
Oli. 'What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions, and spirit,
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Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
soft, soft!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
With an invisible and subtle stealth
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To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
What ho, Malvolio!
Mal. Here, madam, at your service.
Oli. Run after that same peevish messenger,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
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Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
Mal. Madam, I will. [Exit.
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Oli. I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not
owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.
[Exit.
[243]
LINENOTES:
Scene v.] Scene vi. Pope.
Olivia's house.] Rowe.
[5] to fear] fear F3 F4.
colours] collars Anon. conj.
[8] lenten] Rowe. lenton Ff.
[16] to be] F1. be F2 F3 F4.
[18] Many] Marry, Theobald.
[19] turning away] turning o' hay
Smith conj. turning of whey Letherland
conj.
[20, 28] You] Your F2.
[23] gaskins] gaskings F4.
[28] [Exit.] Pope. om. Ff.
[29] Scene vii. Pope.
an't] Hanmer. and 't Ff.
good] a good Warburton.
[34] Enter ...] Ff (after line 28).
Enter O. attended. Capell.
[37] you're] y'are Ff.
[39] madonna] Madona Ff., and
passim.
[46] cuckold] counsellor Hanmer.
[51] to say as I wear] to say, as I
were F4. as to say, as I were Rowe
(ed. 1). as to say, I wear Id. (ed. 2).
[55] Dexteriously] Dexterously F4.
[58] mouse] muse Anon. conj.
answer me] answer F3 F4.
[59] bide] abide Steevens (1785).
[65] fool] F1 F2. fool you F3 F4.
[71, 72] the better] Ff. better the
Rowe (ed. 2).
[80] brain] brains F3 F4.
[83] these] those Hanmer.
wise men] F3 F4. wisemen F1
F2.
[84] no better] to be no better Capell.
[86] guiltless] F3 F4. guitlesse F1
F2. guileless Anon. conj.
[91] leasing] learning Rowe. pleasing
Warburton.
[93] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.
[95, 102] Count] Duke Hanmer.
[99] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[101] Exit Maria] Capell.
[103] Exit Malvolio] Ff.
Now you] Now Rowe.
[106, 107] for,—here he comes,—]
Edd. for here he comes Ff. for here
comes Rowe (ed. 2).
[107] has] that has Collier MS.
[108] Scene viii. Pope.
Enter ...] Ff (after comes, line 107).
[109] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[112] gentleman here—] Steevens.
gentleman heere. F1. gentleman here.
F2 F3 F4. gentleman. Here,—[belches.]
Theobald. gentleman-heir Warburton.
gentleman:—[hiccups.] Capell.
[113] herring] herrings Malone.
[115] Cousin, cousin] Uncle, uncle
Rowe.
[119] an] Hanmer. and Ff.
[125] crowner] coroner Rowe.
[126] coz] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
cousin Capell conj.
[129] Exit.] Exit Clown. Rowe.
Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.
[130] yond] Ff. you' Capell.
[138] Has] Ha's Ff. He has Pope.
[139] and be] or be Hanmer.
to] of Reed (1803).
[141] o'] of Steevens.
[144] manner] F1 F2. manners F3 F4.
[149] in] e'en Capell.
[155] Scene ix. Pope.
Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.
[157] Viola] Violenta. F1.
... and Attendants.] Edd. om.
[164] comptible] prompt Hanmer.
domptable Mason conj.
[169] my] om. F3 F4.
[172] fangs] phangs Ff. pangs Rowe
(ed. 1).
[184] and] and I Pope.
[186] not mad] mad Rann (Mason
conj.). but mad Collier (ed. 2, Staunton
conj.).
[187] that time of moon] Ff. the
time of the moon Rowe. that time of
the moon Pope.
[192] Tell ... messenger] Oli. Tell ...
mind. Vio. I ... messenger Hanmer
(Warburton). See note (iv).
[196] taxation] F1 F2 F3. taxations F4.
olive] Rowe. Olyffe F1 F2 F3.
Oliff F4.
[202] secret as maidenhead] sacred
as maidhood Theobald conj.
maidenhead] F1. a maiden-heard
F2. a maidenhead F3 F4.
maidenhood Collier MS.
[203] other's] Pope (ed. 2). others
Ff.
[205] Exeunt M. and Attendants.]
Capell. Exit M. Rowe.
[208] your text] the text Rowe.
[218] such ... is't] such a one I wear
this present: is't Theobald (Warburton).
such a one I was. This presence,
is't Steevens conj. such as once I was,
this presents: is't Rann (Mason conj).
such a one I was, this presents Becket
conj. such a one as I was this presents,
is't Jackson conj. such a one
as I was this present: is't Boswell.
such a one I was as this presents: is't
Singer conj. such a one I am at this
present: is't Collier MS.
[Unveiling.] Rowe.
[231] praise] 'praise Steevens (Malone).
[235] Could] Should Collier MS.
[237] adorations, fertile] adorations,
fertill Ff. adorations, with fertile Pope.
adoration's fertile Rann. See note (v).
[244] but] om. Pope.
[249] would you?] would you do?
Rowe.
[252] cantons] cantos Rowe (ed. 2).
canzons Capell.
[254] Halloo] Hallow F1. Hollaw
F2. Hollow F3 F4.
reverberate] reverberant Theobald.
[258, 259] You ... parentage.] As one
line in Capell.
[275] soft, soft!] soft; Capell.
[276] master were the man] man the
master were Hanmer, who ends lines
[275-278] at fast ... were ... catch ... perfections.
[281] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff.
[283] county's] Capell. Countes F1.
Counts F2 F3 F4. Duke's Rowe.
left] left here Hanmer.
[288] reasons for't: hie thee] F1.
reasons for't: hye thee F2. reasons
for't by thee F3. reason for't by thee
F4. reason for't. Hye thee Hanmer.
[292] owe] know Long MS.
[293] [Exit] Rowe. Finis, Actus
primus. F1. Finis, Actus primi. F2
F3 F4.
ACT II.
Enter Antonio and Sebastian.
Ant. Will you stay no
longer? nor will you not that
I go with you?
Seb. By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper
5
bear my evils alone: it were a bad recompense for your
love, to lay any of them on you.
Ant. Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.
Seb. No,
sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
10
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a touch
of modesty, that you will not extort from me what I am
willing to keep in; therefore it charges me in manners the
rather to express myself. You must know of me then,
Antonio, my name is Sebastian, which I called
Roderigo.
My father was that Sebastian of
Messaline, whom I know
you have heard of. He left behind him myself and a
sister, both born in
an hour: if the heavens had been
pleased, would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some
hour before you took me from the
breach of the
sea was my sister drowned.
Seb. A lady, sir,
though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but, though
[244]
25
that, yet thus far I will boldly publish her; she bore a
already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her
remembrance again with more.
Ant. Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
30
Seb. O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
Ant. If you will not murder me for my love, let me
be your servant.
Seb. If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not. Fare ye
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well at once: my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet
so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion
more mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound
to the
Count Orsino's court: farewell.
[Exit.
Ant. The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
40
I have
many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Scene i. The sea-coast.] Capell.
The street. Rowe.
[1, 2] longer? ... with you?] longer: ...
with you. F.
[5] I shall crave] I crave Rowe.
[9] sooth] in sooth Johnson. 'sooth
Capell.
[14] Roderigo] Collier. Rodorigo Ff.
[15] Messaline] Metelin Hanmer.
Mitylene Capell conj.
[17] an] F1 F2. one F3 F4.
[19] hour] houre F1 F2. houres F3.
hours F4.
[19] breach] beach Grey conj.
[22] though] who, tho' Hanmer.
[24] not ... overfar] not overfar Warburton
conj. not with self-estimation
wander so far Collier (Collier MS.).
not with such estimators wander overfar
to Singer MS. not with such estimate
wander overfar to Bailey conj.
with ... wonder] Omit as spurious.
Warburton conj.
[26] envy could not but] envy itself
would Capell conj.
[38] Count] Duke Rowe.
[40] many] F1 F2. made F3 F4.
Enter Viola, Malvolio following.
Mal. Were not you
even now with the Countess Olivia?
Vio. Even now, sir; on a moderate pace I have since
arrived but hither.
Mal. She returns this ring to you,
sir: you might have
5
saved me my pains, to have taken it away yourself. She
adds, moreover, that you should put your lord into a desperate
assurance she will none of him: and one thing more,
that you be never so hardy to come again in his affairs,
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unless it be to report your lord's taking of this.
Receiveit so.
Mal. Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth stooping
for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be it his that finds it.
[Exit.
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Vio. I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside
have not charm'd her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
20
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord's ring! why, he sent her none.
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
25
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
In women's waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas,
our frailty is the cause, not we!
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
[246]
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am
man,
My state is desperate for my master's love;
As I am woman,—now alas the day!—
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me
to untie!
[Exit.
LINENOTES:
Scene ii. Enter....] Enter V. and
M. at severall doores. Ff.
[1] even, ev'n Ff. e'en Rowe.
[4] sir:] sir; for being your Lord's
she'll none of it. Hanmer.
[9, 10] Receive it so] Receive it, sir
Capell.
[11] the ring of me: I'll] the ring
of me, Ile Ff (I'le F3 F4). the ring of
me! I'll Malone (Anon. conj.). no
ring of me; I'll Malone conj. this
ring of me! She'll Id. conj.
[16] have not] should have Hanmer.
[18] That] F1. That sure F2 F3 F4.
That oft] Jackson conj. That, as
Anon. conj.
That ... her] Methought her eager
Seymour conj.
had lost] did let Hanmer. had
crost Warburton. had los'd Becket
conj.
[22] None ... none.] This line is
transposed by Hanmer to the beginning
of the speech.
[23] I am the] I should be Hanmer.
man: if it be so, as 'tis,]
man, if ... so, as tis, F1. man, if ... so
as tis, F2 ('tis, F3 F4). man, if ... so:
as 'tis, Hanmer. if it be so, (as, 'tis;)
Theobald.
[27, 28] the proper-false ... their
forms] thy purpose false ... thy forms
Jackson conj.
[27] proper-false] Malone. proper
false Ff.
[29] our] F2 F3 F4. O F1.
[30] made of, such] Rann (Tyrwhitt
conj.). made, if such Ff. made, ev'n
such Hanmer. See note (vi).
[32] monster] minister Hanmer.
[32, 33] as much on him; And]
as much on him As Dyce conj.
[34] man] a man F3 F4.
[39] to untie] t'unty Ff.
Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.
Sir To. Approach, Sir Andrew: not to be a-bed after
midnight is to be up betimes; and '
diluculo surgere,' thou
Sir An. Nay, by my troth, I know not: but I know,
5
to be up late is to be up late.
Sir To. A false conclusion: I hate it as an unfilled can.
To be up after midnight and to go to bed then, is early: so
that to go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes.
Does not our life consist of the four elements?
10
Sir And. Faith, so they say; but I think it rather
consists of eating and drinking.
Sir To. Thou'rt a scholar; let us therefore eat and
Sir And. Here comes the fool, i'faith.
15
Clo. How now, my hearts! did you never see the picture
of 'we three'?
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Sir To. Welcome, ass. Now let's have a catch.
Sir And. By my troth, the fool has an excellent
breast.
I had rather than forty shillings I had such a leg, and so
20
sweet a breath to sing, as the fool has. In sooth, thou wast
in very gracious fooling last night, when thou spokest of
Queubus: 'twas very good, i'faith. I sent thee sixpence for
25
is no whipstock: my lady has a white hand, and the
Sir And. Excellent! why, this is the best fooling, when
all is done. Now, a song.
30
Sir To. Come on; there is sixpence for you: let's have
a song.
Sir And. There's a testril of me too: if one knight
Clo. Would you have a love-song, or a song of good
35
life?
Sir To. A love-song, a love-song.
Sir And. Ay, ay: I care not for good life.
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay
and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in
lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
Sir And. Excellent good, i' faith.
What is
love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
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In
delay there lies no plenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am
true knight.
Sir To. A contagious breath.
Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i'faith.
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Sir To. To hear by the nose, it is dulcet in contagion.
But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? shall we
rouse the night-owl in a catch that will draw three
soulsout of one weaver? shall we do that?
Sir And. An you love me, let's do't: I am
dog at a
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catch.
Clo. By'r lady, sir, and some dogs will catch well.
Sir And. Most certain. Let our catch be, 'Thou
knave.'
Clo. 'Hold thy peace, thou knave,'
knight? I shall be
65
constrained in't to call thee knave, knight.
Sir And. 'Tis not the first time I have constrained one
to call me knave. Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.'
Clo. I shall never begin if I hold my peace.
Sir And. Good, i'faith. Come, begin. [Catch sung.
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Mar. What a caterwauling do you keep here! If my
lady have not called up her steward Malvolio and bid him
turn you out of doors, never trust me.
Sir To. My lady's a Cataian, we are politicians, Malvolio's
a Peg-a-Ramsey, and 'Three merry men be we.' Am
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not I consanguineous?
am I not of her blood? Tillyvally.
Lady!
[Sings] 'There dwelt a man in Babylon, lady, lady!'
Clo. Beshrew me, the knight's in admirable fooling.
Sir And. Ay, he does well enough if he be disposed,
[249]
and so do I too: he does it with a better grace, but I do it
80
more natural.
Mar. For the love o' God, peace!
Mal. My masters, are you mad? or what are you?
Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like
85
tinkers at this time of night? Do
ye make an alehouse of
my lady's house, that ye squeak out your
coziers' catches
without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no
respect of place, persons, nor time in you?
Sir To. We did keep time, sir, in our catches.
Sneck
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Mal. Sir Toby, I must be round with you. My lady
bade me tell you, that,
though she harbours you as her
kinsman, she's nothing allied to your disorders. If you
can separate yourself and your misdemeanours, you are
95
welcome to the house; if not,
an it would please you to
take leave of her, she is very willing to bid you farewell.
Sir To. 'Farewell, dear heart, since I must needs be gone.'
Clo. 'His eyes do show his days are almost done.'
Sir To. 'But I will
never die.'
Clo. Sir Toby, there you lie.
Mal. This is much credit to you.
Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go?'
105
Clo. 'What
an if you do?'
Sir To. 'Shall I bid him go, and spare not?'
[250]
steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,
110
there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i'
the mouth too.
with crums. A
stoup of wine, Maria!
115
Mal. Mistress Mary, if you prized my lady's favour at
any thing more than contempt, you would not give means
for this uncivil rule: she shall know of it, by this hand. [Exit.
Sir And. 'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a
120
man's a-hungry, to challenge him
the field, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
Sir To. Do't, knight: I'll write thee a challenge; or
I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth.
Mar. Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for to-night: since
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much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone
with him: if I do not gull him into
a nayword, and make
him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough
to lie straight in my bed: I know I can do it.
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Sir To. Possess us, possess us; tell us something of
him.
Mar. Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind of
puritan.
Sir And. O, if I thought that, I'ld beat him like a dog!
Sir To. What, for being a puritan? thy exquisite reason,
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dear knight?
Sir And. I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have
reason good enough.
[251]
Mar. The devil a puritan that he is, or any thing constantly,
140
persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies,
that it is his
grounds of faith that all that look on
him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge
find notable cause to work.
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Sir To. What wilt thou do?
Mar. I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of
love; wherein, by the colour of his beard, the shape of his
leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead,
and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly
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personated. I can write very like my lady your niece: on
a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our
hands.
Sir To. Excellent! I smell a device.
Sir And. I have 't in my nose too.
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Sir To. He shall think, by the
letters that thou wilt
with him.
Mar. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.
Sir And. And your horse now would make him an ass.
Sir And. O, 'twill be admirable!
Mar. Sport royal, I warrant you: I know my physic
will work
with him. I will plant you two, and let the fool
make a third, where he shall find the letter: observe
hisconstruction of it. For this night, to bed, and dream on
the event. Farewell. [Exit.
Sir To. Good night, Penthesilea.
Sir And. Before me, she's a good wench.
Sir To. She's a beagle, true-bred, and one that adores
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me: what o' that?
[252]
Sir And. I was adored once too.
Sir To. Let's to bed, knight. Thou hadst need send
for more money.
Sir And. If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul
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way out.
Sir To. Send for money, knight: if thou hast her not
i' the end, call me cut.
Sir And. If I do not, never trust me, take it how you
will.
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Sir To. Come, come, I'll go burn some sack; 'tis too
late to go to bed now: come, knight; come, knight. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene iii. Olivia's house.] Rowe.
[2] diluculo] Rowe. Deliculo F1.
Diliculo F2 F3 F4.
[3] know'st,—] Theobald. know'st.
Ff.
[9] Does ... life] Rowe (ed. 2). Does
... lives Ff. Do ... lives Malone.
[12] Thou'rt Capell. Th'art Ff.
Thou art Steevens.
[13] Marian] Maria Pope.
stoup] stoope F1 F2 F3. stoop F4.
[18] breast] breath L. H. apud Theobald conj.
[22] Pigrogromitus] Pigrogomitus
Boswell.
[24] leman] Theobald. Lemon Ff.
[25] impeticos thy gratillity] impeticoat
thy gratuity Rann (Johnson conj.).
[27] Myrmidons] Theobald. Mermidons
Ff. Mirmidons Pope.
[33] give a—] See note (vii).
[39] and hear;] and heare, F1 F2.
and hear, F3 F4. for here Collier MS.
[42] lovers] lovers' Warburton.
[46] love?] Pope, love, Ff.
[49] delay] decay Warburton.
[50] Then come kiss me] Come, a
kiss then Johnson conj.
[52] true] a true Rowe.
[57] souls] sols (i.e. sous) Jackson
conj.
[59] An] Pope. And Ff.
dog] dogge F1 F2. a dog F3 F4.
[64] knight?] Capell. knight. Ff.
[70] Scene iv. Pope.
[75] am I not] am not I F3 F4.
[76, 81] [Sings] Singing. Rowe.
[81] O] O' S. Walker conj.
the twelfth] the twelfe F1 F2.
twelf F3 F4.
[85] ye] you Hanmer.
[86] coziers'] cottiers Warburton.
[89, 90] Sneck up] F3 F4. Snecke
up F1 F2. Strike up Rowe (ed. 2).
Sneak-cup Rann (Steevens and Capell
conj.). Sneb up Becket conj. Snack up
Jackson conj. Snick up Collier (Dyce).
[90] [Hiccoughs. Theobald.
[92] though] F1 F2. om. F3 F4.
[93] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[95] an] Rowe (ed. 2). and Ff.
[97] See note (viii).
[98] Mar.] Mal. Steevens.
[101] never] nevery F2.
[105] an] Theobald, and Ff.
[107] no, no, no, no] no, no, no
Theobald.
[108] tune, sir:] tune sir, Ff. time,
sir? Theobald, tune!—sir, Collier.
tune, sir? Staunton.
Art] Art thou Rowe.
[113] Thou'rt] Rowe. Th'art Ff.
chain] chin Johnson conj.
[114] stoup] stope Ff. stoop Rowe.
[120] the field] to the field Rowe
(ed. 2.)
[125] the youth] that youth Collier
MS.
count's] Duke's Rowe.
[127] a nayword] Rowe. an ayword
Ff. a byeword L.H. apud Theobald
conj.
[130] Sir To.] Sir And. S. Walker
conj.
[132] puritan] a puritan Hanmer.
[139] affectioned] affected Hanmer.
[140] state without book] stale wit
out of books Anon. conj.
swarths] swaths Collier.
[142] grounds] F1. ground F2 F3 F4.
[155] letters] letter Collier MS.
[156] they come] it comes Collier MS.
she's] she is F4.
[159] Sir And.] Sir To. Harness
(Tyrwhitt conj.).
[160] Ass, I] As I S. Walker conj.
[163] with him] him him Rowe
(ed. 2).
[164] his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.
Enter Duke, Viola, Curio, and others.
Duke. Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song,
That old and antique song we heard last night:
Methought it did relieve my passion much,
5
More than light airs and recollected
termsOf these most brisk and giddy-paced times:
Come, but one verse.
Cur. He is not here, so please your lordship, that
should sing it.
Cur. Feste, the jester, my lord; a fool that the lady Olivia's
father took much delight in. He is about the house.
Duke. Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love,
15
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am all true lovers are,
[253]
Unstaid and skittish in all
motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is beloved. How dost thou like this tune?
20
Where Love is throned.
Duke. Thou dost speak masterly:
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves:
Hath it not, boy?
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Vio. A little, by your favour.
Duke. What kind of woman is't?
Duke. She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith?
Vio. About your years, my lord.
Duke. Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take
30
An elder than herself; so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and
worn,
Than women's are.
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Vio. I think it well, my lord.
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent;
For women are as roses, whose fair flower
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
40
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so;
To die, even when they to perfection grow!
Duke. O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain;
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
[254]
45
And the
free maids that weave their thread with bones
Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
And
dallies with the innocence of love,
Like the old age.
Clo. Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away,
fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
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My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
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On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
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To weep there!
Duke. There's for thy pains.
Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir.
Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.
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Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one time or
Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.
Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind
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is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put
[255]
to sea, that their business might be every thing and their
intent
every where; for that's it that always makes a good
voyage of nothing. Farewell. [Exit.
Duke. Let all the rest give place. [Curio and Attendants retire.
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Get thee to yond same sovereign cruelty:
Tell her, my love, more noble than the world,
Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;
The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her,
Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune;
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But 'tis that miracle and queen of gems
Vio. But if she cannot love you, sir?
Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.
Vio. Sooth, but you must.
Say that some lady, as perhaps there is,
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Hath for your love as great a pang of heart
As you have for Olivia: you cannot love her;
You tell her so; must she not then be answer'd?
Duke. There is no woman's sides
Can bide the beating of so strong a passion
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As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart
So big, to hold so much; they lack retention.
No motion of the liver, but the palate,—
That
suffer surfeit, cloyment and revolt;
But mine is all as hungry as the sea,
And can
digest as much: make no compare
Between that love a woman can bear me
And that I owe Olivia.
[256]
Duke. What dost thou know?
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Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe:
In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
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Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;
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Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
We men may say more, swear more: but indeed
Our shows are more than will; for still we prove
Much in our vows, but little in our love.
Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
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And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
Sir, shall I to this lady?
Duke. Ay, that's the theme.
To her in haste; give her this jewel; say,
My love can give no place, bide no denay.
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene IV.] Scene V. Pope.
The Duke's palace.] The Palace.
Rowe.
[5] terms] tunes Knight conj.
[13] Seek] Go, seek Capell.
[Exit Curio.] Pope.
[17] motions] notions Warburton
(Theobald conj.). See note (ix).
[20] to the seat] from the seat Warburton.
[34] worn] F4. worne F1 F2 F3. won
Hanmer.
[41] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
[45] free] fair Grey conj.
[47] dallies] tallies Warburton.
[50] Ay; prithee] Ay; pr'ythee Capell.
I prethee Ff.
[53] Fly ... fly] Rowe. Fye ... fie F1
F2. Fie ... fie F3 F4.
[56] O, prepare] Prepare Pope.
[64] O, where] where Pope.
[65] Sad] om. Pope.
true lover] true-love Capell.
never] ne'er Rann.
[71] another] other Rowe.
[72] Give me ... thee] I give thee ... me
Harness.
[73] Clo.] Duk. F2.
[77] every where] no where Warburton.
[79] Scene vi. Pope.
[C. and A. retire.] Edd.
Exeunt C. and A. Capell. om. Ff.
[86] pranks her in] pranks, her
mind, Warburton. pranks in her
Jackson conj.
[88] I] Hanmer. It Ff.
[97, 98] appetite,— ... palate,—] Capell,
appetite, ... pallat F1 F2. appetite:
... pallat, F3 F4.
[99] suffer] suffers Rowe.
[101] digest] disgest F2.
[109] And what's] What's Pope.
[113] a green and yellow] agrein
and hallow Becket conj.
[114] sat like ... monument,] sat, like
... monument Hunter conj.
[120, 121] I am all the daughters ...
And all the brothers too;—and yet]
She's all the daughters ... And I am all
the sons, but yet Hanmer.
[124] My] F1 F3 F4. Thy F2.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Sir To. Come thy ways, Signior Fabian.
Fab. Nay, I'll come: if I lose a scruple of this sport,
let me be
boiled to death with melancholy.
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Sir To. Wouldst thou not be glad to have the niggardly
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rascally sheep-biter come by some notable shame?
Fab. I would exult, man: you know, he brought me
out
o' favour with my lady about a bear-baiting here.
Sir To. To anger him we'll have the bear again; and
we will fool him black and blue: shall we not, Sir Andrew?
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Sir And. An we do not,
it is pity of our lives.
Sir To. Here comes the little villain.
How now, my
metal of India!
Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Malvolio's
coming down this walk: he has been yonder i' the sun
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practising behaviour to his own shadow this half hour: observe
him, for the love of mockery; for I know this letter
will make a contemplative idiot of him. Close, in the
for here comes the trout that must be caught with
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tickling.[Exit.
Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria once told
me she did affect me: and I have heard herself come thus
near, that, should she fancy, it should be one of my complexion.
Besides, she uses me with a more exalted respect
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than any one else that follows her. What should I think
on't?
Sir To. Here's an overweening rogue!
Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock
of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!
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Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
[258]
Mal. To be Count Malvolio!
Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.
Mal. There is example for't; the lady of the
Strachy
Sir And. Fie on
him, Jezebel!
Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in: look how imagination
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blows him.
Mal. Having been three months married to her, sitting
in my state,—
Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye!
Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched
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velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I have
left Olivia sleeping,—
Sir To. Fire and brimstone!
Mal. And then to have the
humour of state; and after a
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demure travel of regard, telling them I know my place as I
would they should do theirs, to ask for my
kinsman Toby,—
Sir To. Bolts and shackles!
Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.
Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start,
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make out for him: I frown the while; and perchance wind
up my watch, or play with
my—some rich jewel. Toby
approaches; courtesies there to me,—
Sir To. Shall this fellow live?
[259]
Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching my
familiar smile with an austere regard of control,—
Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o' the
lips then?
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Mal. Saying,
'Cousin Toby, my fortunes having cast
me on your niece give me this prerogative of speech,'—
Mal. 'You must amend your drunkenness.'
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Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of our plot.
Mal. 'Besides, you waste the treasure of your time
with a foolish knight,'—
Sir And. That's me, I warrant you.
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Sir And. I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin.
Sir To. O, peace!
and the spirit of humours intimate
reading aloud to him!
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Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these be her
very C's, her U's and her T's; and thus makes she her
great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.
Sir And. Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
Mal. [reads] To the unknown beloved, this, and my good
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wishes:—her very phrases! By your leave, wax.
Soft!
and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to
seal: 'tis my lady. To whom should this be?
Fab. This wins him, liver and all.
Mal. [reads] Jove knows I love:
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No man must know.
[260]
'No man must know:' if this should be thee, Malvolio?
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Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock!
Mal. [reads] I may command where I adore;
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore:
M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.
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Fab. A fustian riddle!
Sir To. Excellent wench, say I.
Mal. 'M, O, A, I, doth sway my life.' Nay, but first,
Fab. What dish
o' poison has she dressed him!
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Sir To. And with what wing the
staniel checks at it!
Mal. 'I may command where I adore.' Why, she
may command me: I serve her; she is my lady. Why, this
is evident to any formal capacity; there is no obstruction
in this: and the end,—what should that alphabetical position
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portend? If I could make that resemble something
in me,—Softly! M, O, A, I,—
Sir To. O, ay,
make up that: he is now at a cold scent.
Fab. Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it
be
as rank as a fox.
Fab. Did not I say he would work it out? the cur is
excellent at faults.
Mal. M,—but then there is no consonancy in the
sequel;
that
suffers under probation: A should follow, but O does.
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Fab. And O shall end, I hope.
Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make him cry O!
Mal. And then I comes behind.
Fab. Ay,
an you had any eye behind you, you might
see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
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Mal. M, O, A, I; this
simulation is not as the former:
and yet, to crush this a little, it would
bow to me, for every
one of these letters
are in my name. Soft! here follows prose.
[Reads] If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above
thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve
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their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and, to inure
thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough and appear
fresh. Be opposite with a kinsman, surly with servants; let thy
tongue tang arguments of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity:
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she thus advises thee that sighs for thee. Remember who
commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-
gartered: I say, remember. Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to
be so; if not, let me see thee a steward still, the fellow of servants,
and not worthy to touch Fortune's fingers. Farewell. She that would
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alter services with thee,
I will be proud, I will read
politic authors, I will baffle Sir
Toby, I will wash off gross acquaintance, I will be
point-devisethe very man. I do
not now fool myself, to let imagination
jade me; for
every reason excites to this, that my lady
loves me. She did commend my yellow stockings of late,
she did praise my leg being cross-gartered; and in this she
manifests herself to my love, and with a
kind of injunction
drives me to these habits of her liking. I thank my stars I
cross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting on. Jove
and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript.
[Reads] Thou canst not choose but know who I am. If thou entertainest
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my love, let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles become
thee well; therefore in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I prithee.
Jove, I thank thee: I will smile; I will do every thing that
thou wilt have me. [Exit.
Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a pension
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of thousands to be paid from the Sophy.
Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device.
Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her but such
another jest.
Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher.
Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck?
Sir And. Or o' mine either?
Sir To. Shall I play my freedom
at tray-trip, and become
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thy bond-slave?
Sir And. I' faith, or I either?
Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, that
when the image of it leaves him he must run mad.
Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him?
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Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife.
Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, mark
his first approach before my lady: he will come to her in
yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour she abhors, and cross-gartered,
a fashion she detests; and he will smile upon her,
[263]
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which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being
him into a notable contempt. If you will see it, follow me.
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Sir And. I'll make one too.
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene V.] Scene VII. Pope.
Olivia's garden.] Pope.
[3] boiled] broiled Grey conj.
[7] O'] Of Rowe.
[10] An] Pope. And Ff.
it is] 'tis Rowe (ed. 1). it's
Id. (ed. 2).
[11] Enter M.] Ff (after line 10).
[12] metal] Malone. Mettle F1.
Nettle F2 F3 F4.
[18] [Men hide themselves. Capell.
[throws down a letter] Theobald.
[21] Scene viii. Pope.
[30] 'Slight] F3 F4. Slight F1 F2.
'Slife Rowe.
[31, 35] Sir To.] Fab. Edd. conj.
[36] Strachy] Stratarch Hanmer.
Trachy Warburton. Trachyne Capell
conj. Straccio Smith conj. Starchy
Steevens conj. Stitchery Becket conj.
Stratico R.P. Knight conj. Astrakhan
C. Knight conj. Strozzi Collier conj.
Stracci Lloyd conj. Sophy or Saucery
or Satrape Anon. apud Halliwell conj.
[37] the wardrobe] her wardrobe
Capell conj.
[38] him] her Lloyd conj.
[49] humour] honour Collier MS.
[51] kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[56] my—some] Collier. my some
F1 F2. some F3 F4.
[59] Though ... cars] Silence! though
our ears be withdrawn from us Becket
conj.
with cars] F1. with cares F2
F3 F4. by th' ears Hanmer. with carts
Johnson conj. with cables Tyrwhitt
conj. with cats Jackson conj. with
tears Singer conj. with racks S. Walker
conj. with cords Grant White. with
screws Bailey conj. with cart-ropes
Hunter conj. with curs Anon. conj.
[65] Cousin] Ff. Uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[76] employment] implement Hanmer
(Theobald conj.).
[Taking....] Taking up a letter.
Rowe.
[78] and] now Rowe.
[84, 89, 96] [reads] Capell.
[85] Soft!] Rowe. Soft, Ff.
[89-92] Jove ... know] As prose in
Ff.
[90] But who?] Alas! but who?
Hanmer.
[91] Lips,] Edd. (Capell MS.).
Lips Ff.
[93] numbers altered!] Capell. numbers
alter'd: Ff. number's alter'd
Rowe (ed. 2). numbers alter Hanmer.
[97] Lucrece knife] Rowe (ed. 2).
Lucresse knife F1 F2. Lucress wife F3
F4. Lucrece' knife Dyce (S. Walker
conj.).
[96-99] I may ... my life] As in
Hanmer. Printed as two lines in Ff.
[103] let me see, let me see, let me
see] let me see, let me see F3 F4.
[104] o'] Dyce. a F1 F2. of F3 F4.
[105] staniel] Hanmer. stallion Ff.
falcon Collier MS.
[110] portend? ... me,—] Capell.
portend, ... me? Ff. portend. ... me?
Rowe (ed. 1). portend? ... me? Id. (ed.
2). portend? ... me. Hanmer.
[112] make up] make out Hanmer.
take up Anon. conj.
[113] be] ben't Hanmer].
[115] M, Malvolio ... name] M,—
why ... name. M,—Malvolio! or M,—M,—M,—why
... name Edd. conj.
[118] sequel;] Rowe. sequel Ff.
[119] suffers] suffices Anon. conj.
[123] an] Hanmer. and Ff. and
if Capell conj.
[125] simulation] similation Capell
conj. MS.
[126] bow to me] F1 F2. bow me F3 F4.
[127] are] is Rowe (ed. 2).
[128] [Reads] Capell.
[129] born] Rowe. become Ff.
achieve] atcheeues F1. See
note (x).
[130] thrust upon'em] thrust uppon
em F1. thrust upon em F2. put upon
em F3. put upon them F4. thrust
upon them Rowe (ed. 2).
[131, 132] them; ... be,] them, ... be:
F1 F2 F3. them, ... be; F4.
[134] tang] Ff. tang with Hanmer.
[141, 142] thee, The Fortunate-Unhappy.
Daylight] Capell. thee,
the fortunate unhappy daylight Ff (tht
F1). thee. The fortunate and happy
daylight Rowe. thee the fortunate and
happy. Daylight Hanmer.
[142] champain] Dyce. champian
F1 F2. champion F3 F4. champaign
Collier (ed. 1).
discovers not] Ff. discovers
no Pope, discover no Hanmer.
[143] politic] pollticke F1.
[144, 145] point-devise] point devise
Ff. point-de-vice Steevens.
[145] not now] F1. now F2 F3 F4.
not Hanmer.
[146] every] very Capell conj.
[149] kind of] kind Capell conj.
[151] be strange, stout] bestir me,
strut Anon. conj.
stockings] stocking F2.
[154] [Reads] Collier.
[156] dear] deero F1.
[162] So] And so Hanmer.
[165] Scene IX. Pope.
[167] Re-enter M.] Enter M. Ff
(after line 164).
[169] at] at a F3 F4.
[181] a melancholy] melancholy F3
F4.
[183] gates of Tartar] gates Tartar
F4. gates, Tartar Rowe. gates of
Tartarus Collier MS.
[185] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus
secundus. F1. Exeunt. Finis Actus
secundi. F2 F3 F4.
ACT III.
Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy music: dost thou live
Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.
Vio. Art thou a churchman?
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Clo. No such matter,
sir: I do live by the church; for I
do live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.
Vio. So thou mayst say, the
king lies by a beggar, if a
beggar dwell near him; or, the church stands by thy tabor,
if thy tabor stand by the church.
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Clo. You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence
is but a cheveril glove to a good wit: how quickly the
wrong side may be turned outward!
Vio. Nay, that's certain; they that dally nicely with
words may quickly make them wanton.
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Clo. I would, therefore, my sister
had had no name, sir.
Clo. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally with
[264]
that word might make my sister wanton. But indeed
words are very rascals since bonds disgraced them.
Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words;
and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason
with them.
Vio. I warrant thou art a merry fellow and carest for
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nothing.
Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something; but in my
conscience, sir, I do not care for you: if that be to care for
nothing, sir, I would it would make you invisible.
Vio. Art
not thou the Lady Olivia's fool?
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Clo. No, indeed, sir; the Lady Olivia has no folly: she
will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; and fools are as
like husbands as
pilchards are to herrings; the husband's
the bigger: I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of
words.
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Vio. I saw thee late at the
Count Orsino's.
Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the
orb like the sun,
it shines every where. I would be sorry, sir, but the fool
should be as oft with your master as with my mistress: I
think I saw your wisdom there.
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Vio. Nay,
an thou pass upon me, I'll no more with
Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send
thee a beard!
Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee, I am almost sick for
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one;
[Aside] though I would not have it grow on my chin.
Is thy lady within?
Clo. Would not a pair of these have
bred, sir?
Vio. Yes, being kept together and put to use.
Clo. I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to
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bring a Cressida to this Troilus.
Vio. I understand you, sir; 'tis well begged.
[265]
Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir,
begging but
a beggar: Cressida was a beggar. My lady is within, sir.
I will
construe to them whence you come; who you are
and what you would
are out of my welkin, I might say
'element,' but the word is over-worn. [Exit.
Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
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The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
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But
wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.
Sir To. Save you, gentleman.
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Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my niece is
desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her.
Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the
list of my voyage.
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Sir To. Taste your legs, sir; put them to motion.
Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than I understand
what you mean by bidding me taste my legs.
Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter.
Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance. But
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we are prevented.
Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain odours
on you!
Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;'
well.
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Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own
most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.
Sir And. 'Odours,' 'pregnant,' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll
Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me to my
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hearing.
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria.] Give
me your hand, sir.
Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service.
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess.
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Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment:
You're servant to the Count Orsino, youth.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be yours:
Your servant's servant is your servant, madam.
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Oli. For him, I think not on him: for his thoughts,
Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!
Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts
On his behalf.
Oli. O, by your leave, I pray you,
I bade you never speak again of him:
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But, would you undertake another suit,
[267]
I had rather hear you to solicit that
Than music from the spheres.
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A ring in chase of you: so did I abuse
Myself, my servant and, I fear me, you:
Under your hard construction must I sit,
To force that on you, in a
shameful cunning,
Which you knew none of yours: what might you think?
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Have you not set mine honour at the stake
And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts
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Oli. That's a degree to love.
Vio. No, not a
grize; for 'tis a vulgar proof,
That very oft we pity enemies.
Oli. Why, then, methinks 'tis time to smile again.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
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To fall before the lion than the wolf! [Clock strikes.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you:
And yet, when wit and youth
is come to harvest,
Your wife is like to reap a proper man:
[268]
There lies your way, due
west.
Vio. Then westward-ho!
You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by
me?
Oli. Stay:
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I prithee, tell me what thou think'st of me.
Vio. That you do think you are not what you are.
Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you.
Vio. Then think you right: I am not what I am.
Oli. I would you were as I would have you be!
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Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I
am?
I wish it might, for now I am your fool.
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon
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Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.
Cesario, by the roses of the spring,
By maidhood, honour, truth and every thing,
I love thee so, that, maugre all
thy pride,
Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.
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Do not extort
thy reasons from this clause,
For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause;
But rather reason thus with reason fetter,
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth,
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I have one heart, one bosom and one truth,
And that no woman has; nor never none
And so adieu, good madam: never more
Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
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Oli. Yet come again; for thou perhaps mayst move
That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. [Exeunt.
[269]
LINENOTES:
Olivia's garden] Pope. A garden.
Rowe.
with a tabor.] Malone. meeting.
Capell.
[2] thy] F1. the F2 F3 F4.
[5] sir: I do] sir: and yet I do Capell
conj.
[7] king] kings F1.
lies] lives Collier (Capell conj.).
[15] had had] had Hanmer.
[29] not thou] thou not Steevens
(1793), corrected in MS.
[32] pilchards] Capell. pilchers Ff.
[35, 97] Count] Duke Rowe.
[36] orb ... sun] Ff. orb; like the
sun Dyce.
[40] an] Pope. and Ff.
[41] expenses] sixpence Badham conj.
[Gives him a piece of money.
Hanmer.
[45] [Aside] Edd.
[47] bred] breed Malone conj.
[52] begging] Pope. begging, Ff.
[54] construe] conster Ff.
them] her Hanmer.
[55] are] F1. is F2 F3 F4.
[61] And] Ff. Not Rann (Johnson
conj.). Nor Harness.
[63] wise man's] wise-mans Ff.
[64] folly that he] he that folly
Badham conj.
[65] wise men, folly-fall'n, quite
taint] Capell (Theobald and Tyrwhitt
conj.). wisemens folly falne, quite
taint F1. wise mens folly falne, quite
taint F2 F3 F4 (faln F3 F4). wise mens
folly fall'n, quite taints Rowe (ed. 2).
wise men's, folly fal'n, quite taints
Theobald. wise men's folly shewn,
quite taints Hanmer. wise men's folly,
fall'n, quite taints Heath conj. wise
men, folly-blown, quite taint their wit
Anon. conj.
Sir Andrew] Andrew Ff.
[66] Scene II. Pope.
Sir To.] Sir And. Theobald.
[68, 70] Sir And.] Sir To. Theobald.
[68] vous garde] vou guard Ff.
[69] vous aussi] vouz ousie F1. vouz
ausie F2 F3 F4.
votre serviteur] vostre serviture
Ff.
[71] Sir To.] om. Theobald.
[80] Maria] Gentlewoman Ff.
[88] all ready] Malone. already
F1 F2. ready F3 F4.
[writing in his table-book.
Collier (Collier MS.).
[89] Let] Maria, let Capell conj.
reading as verse.
[90] [Exeunt....] Rowe.
Scene III. Pope.
[97] You're] Y'are Ff.
[106] I had] I'd Pope.
[107] Dear] O dearest Hanmer.
lady,—] Theobald. lady. Ff.
[108] Give] Nay, give Capell.
beseech] I beseech F3 F4.
[109] enchantment you did here]
Warburton (Thirlby conj.). enchantment
you did heare F1 F2. enchantment
you did hear F3 F4. enchantment,
you did hear Theobald.
[113] shameful] shame-fac'd Collier
MS.
[117] one of] om. Hanmer.
receiving] conceiving Mason
conj.
[118-120] S. Walker arranges as
three lines ending shown ... heart ... you.
[118] cypress] Cipresse F1 F2 F3.
Cipress F4. Cyprus Theobald.
[119] Hides] Hideth Delius conj.
heart F1. poor heart F2 F3 F4.
me] us Rowe (ed. 2).
[121] grize] F1. grice F2 F3 F4.
[125] the better] better F3 F4.
[129] is come] are come Pope (ed. 2).
[131, 132] S. Walker would end
the lines west ... disposition ... ladyship.
[132] attend] 'tend Steevens.
your ladyship] you Hanmer.
[133] me?] Rowe. me: Ff.
[135] I] om. Pope.
[140] am?] Ff. am, Rowe (ed. 2).
[142, 143] beautiful ... lip!] Rowe.
beautiful? ... lip, Ff.
[148] thy] my Collier MS.
[150] thy] 'wry Hanmer.
[157, 158] it, save I alone. And]
it. Oli. Save I alone! Vio. And
Hanmer.
Enter Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give thy reason.
Fab. You must needs yield your reason, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to
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the
count's serving-man than ever she bestowed
upon me;
I saw 't i' the orchard.
Sir To. Did she see
thee the while, old boy? tell me
that.
Sir And. As plain as I see you now.
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Fab. This was a great argument of love in her toward
you.
Sir And. 'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the oaths of
judgement and reason.
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Sir To. And they have been grand-jurymen since before
Noah was a sailor.
Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your sight
only to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to
put fire in your heart, and brimstone in your liver. You
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should then have accosted her; and with some excellent
jests, fire-new from the mint, you should have banged the
youth into dumbness. This was looked for at your hand,
and this was balked: the double gilt of this opportunity you
let time wash off, and you are now sailed into the north
25
of my lady's opinion; where you will hang like an icicle
on a Dutchman's beard, unless you do redeem it by some
laudable attempt either of valour or policy.
[270]
Sir And. An't be any way, it must be with valour; for
policy I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a politician.
30
Sir To. Why, then, build me thy fortunes upon the
with him; hurt him in eleven places: my niece shall take
note of it; and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in
the world can more prevail in man's commendation with
35
woman than report of valour.
Fab. There is no way but this, Sir Andrew.
Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge to
him?
Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be
curst and
40
brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and full
of invention: taunt him with the license of ink: if thou
thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as
many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the
sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set
45
'em down:
go, about it. Let there be gall enough in thy
ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter:
about it.
Sir And. Where shall I find you?
Sir To. We'll call
thee at the cubiculo: go.
[Exit Sir Andrew.
50
Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, Sir Toby.
Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad, some two thousand
strong, or so.
Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: but you'll
not deliver't?
55
Sir To. Never trust me, then; and by all means stir
on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and wainropes
cannot hale them together. For
Andrew, if he were opened,
and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the
foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy.
[271]
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Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his visage
no great presage of cruelty.
Sir To. Look, where the youngest wren of
nine comes.
Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh yourselves
into stitches, follow me.
Yond gull Malvolio is
that means to be saved by believing rightly, can ever believe
such impossible passages of grossness. He's in yellow
stockings.
Sir To. And cross-gartered?
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Mar. Most villanously; like a pedant that keeps a
school i' the church. I have dogged him, like his murderer.
He does obey every point of the letter that I dropped to
betray him: he does smile his face into more lines than
isin the new map with the augmentation of the Indies: you
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have not seen such a thing as 'tis. I can hardly forbear
hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike him: if
she do, he'll smile and take't for a great favour.
Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is.
[Exeunt.
Enter Sebastian and Antonio.
Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
Ant. I could not stay behind you: my desire,
5
More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, though so much
As might have drawn
one to a longer voyage,
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
10
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: my willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.
Seb. My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,
15
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my
worth as is my conscience firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques of this town?
20
Ant. To-morrow, sir: best first go see your
lodging.
Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night:
I pray you, let us satisfy our eyes
With the memorials and the things of fame
That do renown this city.
Ant. Would you'ld pardon me;
25
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the
count his galleys
I did some service; of such note indeed,
That were I ta'en here it would scarce be answer'd.
Seb. Belike you slew great number of his
people.
30
Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
[273]
Albeit the quality of the time and quarrel
Might well have given us bloody argument.
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them; which, for traffic's sake,
35
Most of our city did: only myself stood out;
For which, if I be
lapsed in this place,
I shall pay dear.
Seb. Do not then walk too open.
Ant. It doth not fit me. Hold, sir, here's my purse.
In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,
40
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,
Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge
With viewing of the town: there shall you have me.
Ant. Haply your eye shall light upon some toy
45
You have desire to purchase; and your store,
I think, is not for idle markets, sir.
Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer and leave
you
For an hour.
LINENOTES:
Scene III.] Scene VI. Pope.
A street.] Capell. The street.
Rowe.
[7] one] me Heath conj.
[15, 16] And thanks ... pay] Omitted
in F2 F3 F4.
[15] And thanks; and ever ... oft
good turns] And thankes: and ever
oft good turnes F1. And thanks: and
ever oft-good turns Pope (ed. 1). And
thanks: and ever-oft good turns Id.
(ed. 2). And thanks, and ever thanks;
and oft good turns Theobald. And
thanks, and ever; oft good turns Steevens
(1778). And thanks again and
ever; oft good turns Rann (Tollet
conj.). And thanks, and ever thanks:
oft good turns Malone. And thanks,
and ever thanks: often good turns
Steevens (1794). And thanks, and
ever thanks; too oft good turns Seymour
conj. And thanks, still thanks;
and very oft good turns Collier (Collier
MS.). And thanks, and ever
thanks; though oft good turns Lettsom
conj. And thanks: and very oft good
turns Grant White. And thanks, and
thanks; and very oft good turns Id.
conj.
[17] worth] wealth Collier MS.
[20] lodging] lodging? F1.
[26] count his] Duke his Rowe.
County's Malone conj.
[29] people.] people? Dyce.
[36] lapsed] latched Hunter conj.
[47, 48] you For an] Ff. you for
An Theobald. As prose in Boswell.
[48] Exeunt.] Ff. Exeunt severally.
Capell.
How shall I feast him? what
bestow of him?
For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.
[274]
5
And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:
Where is Malvolio?
Mar. He's coming, madam; but in
very strange manner.
He is, sure, possessed, madam.
10
Oli. Why, what's the matter? does he
rave?
Mar. No, madam, he does
nothing but smile: your
ladyship were best to have some guard about you, if he
come; for, sure, the man is tainted
in's wits.
15
If sad and
merry madness equal be.
I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.
20
Mal. Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make some
obstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; but what of
that? if it please the eye of one, it is with me as the very
true sonnet
is, 'Please one, and please all.'
Oli. Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter
25
with thee?
[275]
Mal. Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs.
It did come to his hands, and commands shall be executed:
Oli. Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?
30
Mal. To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.
Oli. God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and
kiss thy hand so oft?
Mar. How do you, Malvolio?
Mal. At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.
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Mar. Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness
before my lady?
Mal.'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.
Oli. What
meanest thou by that, Malvolio?
Mal. 'Some are born great,'—
Mal. 'Some achieve greatness,'—
Mal. 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'
Oli. Heaven restore thee!
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Mal. 'Remember who commended thy yellow stockings,'—
Oli. Thy yellow stockings!
Mal. 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'
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Mal. 'Go to, thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'—
Mal. 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'
Oli. Why, this is
very midsummer madness.
Ser. Madam, the young gentleman of the
Count Orsino's
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is returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he
attends your ladyship's pleasure.
let this fellow be looked to. Where's my
cousin Toby?
Let some of my people have a special care of him: I would
60
not have him miscarry for the half of my dowry.
Mal. O, ho! do you come near me now? no worse man
than Sir Toby to look to me! This concurs directly with
the letter: she sends him on purpose, that I may appear
stubborn to him; for she incites me to that in the letter.
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'Cast thy humble slough,' says she; 'be opposite with a
kinsman, surly with servants; let thy tongue
tang with arguments
of state; put thyself into the trick of singularity;'
and consequently sets down the manner how; as, a sad face,
a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, in the habit of some sir
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of note, and so forth. I have limed her; but it is
Jove'sdoing, and
Jove make me thankful! And when she went
away now, 'Let this fellow be looked to:' fellow! not Malvolio,
nor after my degree, but fellow. Why, every thing
adheres together, that no dram of a scruple, no scruple of a
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scruple, no obstacle, no incredulous or unsafe circumstance—What
can be said? Nothing that can be can come between
me and the full prospect of my hopes. Well, Jove,
not I, is the doer of this, and he is to be thanked.
Re-enter Maria,
with Sir Toby and Fabian.
Sir To. Which way is he, in the name of
sanctity? If
80
all the devils of hell be drawn in little, and Legion himself
possessed him, yet I'll speak to him.
Fab. Here he is, here he is.
How is't with you, sir?
how is't with you, man?
Mal. Go off; I discard you: let me enjoy my
private:
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go off.
Mar. Lo, how hollow the fiend speaks within him! did
not I tell you? Sir Toby, my lady prays you to have a
care of him.
[277]
Mal. Ah, ha! does she so?
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Sir To. Go to, go to; peace, peace; we must deal
gently with him: let
me alone. How
do you, Malvolio?
how is't with you? What, man! defy the devil; consider,
he's an enemy to mankind.
Mal. Do you know what you say?
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Mar. La you,
an you speak ill of the devil, how he
takes it at heart! Pray God, he be not bewitched!
Fab. Carry his water to the wise woman.
Mar. Marry, and it shall be done to-morrow morning,
if I live. My lady would not lose him for more than I'll
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say.
Sir To. Prithee, hold thy peace;
this is not the way:
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Fab. No way but gentleness; gently, gently: the fiend
is rough, and will not be roughly used.
Sir To. Why, how now, my
bawcock! how dost thou,
chuck?
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Sir To. Ay, Biddy, come with me. What, man! 'tis
not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan: hang him,
foul collier!
Mar. Get him to say his prayers, good Sir Toby, get
him to pray.
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Mal. My prayers, minx!
Mar. No, I warrant you, he will not hear of godliness.
Mal. Go, hang yourselves all! you are idle shallow
things: I am not of your element: you shall know more
hereafter. [Exit.
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Sir To. Is't possible?
Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could
condemn it as an improbable fiction.
[278]
Sir To. His very genius hath taken the infection of
the device, man.
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Mar. Nay, pursue him now,
lest the device take air
and taint.
Fab. Why, we shall make him mad indeed.
Mar. The house
will be the quieter.
Sir To. Come, we'll have him in a dark room and
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bound. My niece is already in the belief that he's mad:
we may carry it thus, for our pleasure and his penance, till
our very pastime, tired out of breath, prompt us to have
mercy on him: at which time we will bring the device to
the bar and crown thee for a finder of madmen. But see,
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but see.
Fab. More matter for a May morning.
Sir And. Here's the challenge, read it: I warrant
there's vinegar and pepper in't.
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Sir And. Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read.
Sir To. Give me.
[Reads] Youth, whatsoever thou art,
thou art but a scurvy fellow.
Sir To. [reads] Wonder not, nor admire not in thy mind, why
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I do call thee so, for I will show thee no reason for't.
Fab. A
good note; that keeps you from the blow of
the law.
Sir To. [reads] Thou comest to the lady Olivia, and in my
sight she uses thee kindly: but thou liest in thy throat; that is not the
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matter I challenge thee for.
Sir To. [reads] I will waylay thee going home; where if it be
thy chance to kill me,—
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Sir To. [reads] Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.
Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law:
good.
Sir To. [reads] Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one
of our souls! He may have mercy upon mine; but my hope is better,
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and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn
enemy, Andrew Aguecheek.
If this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't
him.
Mar. You may have very fit occasion for't: he is
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now in some commerce with my lady, and will by and by
depart.
Sir To. Go, Sir Andrew; scout me for him at the corner
of the orchard like a
bum-baily: so soon as ever thou
seest him, draw; and, as thou drawest, swear
horrible; for
it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering
accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation
than ever proof itself would have earned him.
Away!
Sir And. Nay, let me alone for swearing. [Exit.
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Sir To. Now will not I deliver his letter: for the behaviour
of the young gentleman gives him out to be of
good capacity and breeding; his employment between his
lord and my niece confirms no less: therefore this letter,
being so excellently ignorant, will breed no terror in the
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youth: he will find
it comes from a clodpole. But, sir, I will
deliver his challenge by word of mouth; set upon Aguecheek
a notable report of valour; and drive the gentleman,
as I know his youth will aptly receive it, into a most
hideous opinion of his rage, skill, fury and impetuosity.
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This will so fright them both, that they will kill one another
by the look, like cockatrices.
Fab. Here he comes with your niece: give them way
till he take leave, and presently after him.
Sir To. I will meditate the while upon some horrid
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message for a challenge.
Oli. I have said too much unto a heart of stone
And laid mine honour too unchary
out:
There's something in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
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That it but mocks reproof.
Goes on my master's grief.
Oli. Here, wear this jewel for me, 'tis my picture;
Refuse it not; it hath no tongue to vex you;
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And I beseech you come again to-morrow.
What shall you ask of me that I'll deny,
Vio. Nothing but this;—your true love for my master.
Oli. How with mine honour may I give him that
Which I have given to you?
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Vio. I will acquit you.
Oli. Well, come again to-morrow: fare thee well:
A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell. [Exit.
Sir To. Gentleman, God save thee.
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Sir To. That defence thou hast, betake thee to't: of
what nature the wrongs are thou hast done him, I know
[281]
not; but thy
intercepter, full of despite, bloody as the
hunter, attends thee at the orchard-end: dismount thy tuck,
be yare in thy preparation, for thy assailant is quick, skilful
215
and deadly.
quarrel to me: my remembrance is very free and clear
from any image of offence done to any man.
Sir To. You'll find it otherwise, I assure you: therefore,
220
if you hold your life at any price, betake you to your
guard; for your opposite hath in him what youth, strength,
skill and wrath can furnish
man withal.
Vio. I pray you, sir, what is he?
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and on carpet consideration; but he is a devil in private
brawl: souls and bodies hath he divorced three; and his incensement
at this moment is so implacable, that satisfaction
can be none but by pangs of death and sepulchre. Hob,
nob, is his word; give't or take't.
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Vio. I will return again into the house and desire some
conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of
some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to
taste their valour: belike this is a man of that quirk.
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very
competent injury: therefore, get you on and give him
his desire. Back you shall not to the house, unless you undertake
that with me which with as much safety you might
for meddle you must, that's certain, or forswear to wear iron
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about you.
Vio. This is
as uncivil as strange. I beseech you, do
[282]
me this courteous office,
as to know of the knight what my
offence to him is: it is something of my negligence, nothing
of my purpose.
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Sir To. I will do so. Signior Fabian, stay you by this
gentleman till my return. [Exit.
Vio. Pray you, sir, do you know of this matter?
Fab. I know the knight is incensed against you, even
to a mortal arbitrement; but nothing of the circumstance
250
more.
Vio. I beseech you, what manner of man is he?
Fab. Nothing of that wonderful promise, to read him
by his form, as you are like to find him in the proof of his
valour. He is, indeed, sir, the most skilful, bloody and
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fatal opposite that you could possibly have found in any
part of Illyria. Will you walk towards him? I will make
your peace with him if I can.
Vio. I shall be much bound to you for't: I am one
that had rather go with sir priest than sir knight: I care not
260
who knows so much of my mettle.
[Exeunt.
Sir To. Why, man, he's a very devil; I have not seen
such a
firago. I had a pass with him, rapier, scabbard and
all, and he gives me the
stuck in with such a mortal motion,
that it is inevitable; and on the answer, he pays
you as
surely as your feet
hit the ground they step on. They say
he has been fencer to the Sophy.
Sir And. Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
Sir To. Ay, but he will not now be pacified: Fabian
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Sir And. Plague on't,
an I thought he had been valiant
[283]
and so cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned
ere I'ld have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip,
and I'll give him my horse, grey
Capilet.
Sir To. I'll make the motion: stand here, make a good
275
show on't: this shall end without the perdition of souls.
[Aside] Marry, I'll ride your horse as well as I ride you.
persuaded him the youth's a devil.
Fab. He is as horribly conceited of him; and pants and
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looks pale, as if a bear were at his heels.
Sir To. [To Vio.] There's no remedy, sir; he will fight
with you for's
oath sake: marry, he hath better bethought
him of his quarrel, and he finds that now
scarce to be worth
talking of: therefore draw, for the supportance of his vow;
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he protests he will not hurt you.
Vio. [Aside] Pray God defend me! A little thing
would make me tell them how much I lack of a man.
Fab. Give ground, if you see him furious.
Sir To. Come, Sir Andrew, there's no remedy; the
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gentleman will, for his honour's sake, have one bout with
you; he cannot by the duello avoid it: but he has promised
me, as he is a gentleman and a soldier, he will not hurt you.
Come on; to't.
Sir And. Pray God, he keep his oath!
Ant. Put up your sword. If this young gentleman
Have done offence, I take the fault on me:
[284]
If you offend him, I for him defy
you.
Sir To. You, sir! why, what are you?
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Ant. One, sir, that for his love dares yet do more
Than you have heard him brag to you he will.
Sir To. Nay, if you be an undertaker, I am for you.
[They draw.
Fab. O good Sir Toby, hold! here come the officers.
Sir To. I'll be with you
anon.
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Vio. Pray, sir, put your sword up, if you
please.
Sir And. Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised
you, I 'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily
and reins well.
First Off. This is the man; do thy office.
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Sec. Off. Antonio, I arrest thee at the
suit of
Count Orsino.
Ant. You do mistake me, sir.
First Off. No, sir, no jot; I know your favour well,
Though now you have no sea-cap on your head.
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Take him away: he knows I know him well.
Ant. I must obey.
[To Vio.] This comes with seeking you:
But there's no remedy; I shall answer it.
Makes me to ask you for my purse? It grieves me
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Much more for what I cannot do for you
Than what befalls myself. You stand amazed;
But be of comfort.
Sec. Off. Come, sir, away.
Ant. I must entreat of you some of that
money.
[285]
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Vio. What money, sir?
For the fair kindness you have show'd me here,
And, part, being prompted by your present trouble,
Out of my lean and low ability
I'll lend you something: my having is not much;
330
I'll make division of my present with you:
Ant. Will you deny me now?
Is't possible that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man
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As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for you.
Vio. I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice or any feature:
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than
lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Ant. O heavens themselves!
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
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Relieved him with such sanctity of
love;
And to
his image, which methought did promise
First Off. What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
Ant. But O how
vile an idol proves this god!
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Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.
[286]
In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be call'd deform'd but the unkind:
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
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First Off. The man grows mad: away with him!
Come, come, sir.
Vio. Methinks his words do from such passion fly,
That he believes himself: so do not I.
Prove true, imagination, O, prove true,
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That I, dear brother, be now ta'en for you!
Sir To. Come hither, knight; come hither, Fabian:
we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of most sage saws.
Vio. He named Sebastian: I my brother know
Yet living in my glass; even such and so
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In favour was my brother, and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate:
O, if it prove,
Tempests are kind and salt waves fresh in love!
[Exit.
Sir To. A very dishonest paltry boy, and more a coward
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than a hare: his dishonesty appears in leaving his friend
here in necessity and denying him; and for his cowardship,
ask Fabian.
Fab. A coward,
a most devout coward, religious in it.
Sir And. 'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
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Sir To. Do; cuff him soundly, but
never draw thy
sword.
Sir And. An I do
not,—
[Exit.
Fab. Come,
let's see the event.
Sir To. I dare lay
any money 'twill be nothing yet.
[Exeunt.
[287]
LINENOTES:
Scene IV.] Scene VII. Pope.
Olivia's garden.] Capell. Olivia's
house. Rowe.
[1] he says he'll] say, he will Theobald.
[2, 3] bestow of him? For youth is
... borrow'd] bestow? for youth Is ...
borrow'd of Badham conj.
[2] of] on Pope.
[4,5] I speak ... civil] Printed as in
Pope; as one line in Ff.
[5] Where is] Pope. Where's Ff.
[7-10] Where is ... rave?] As prose
in Pope; as three lines in Ff, ending
madam ... madam ... rave? As three
lines in Hanmer, ending madam ...
possest ... rave?
[8] He's] He is Hanmer.
very] om. Hanmer.
[11] nothing] nothing else Hanmer,
who reads lines 11-14 as four verses,
ending smile; ... guard ... man ... hither.
[13] in 's] in his Hanmer.
[14] [Exit M.] Dyce.
I am] I'm Pope.
[15] merry] mercy F2.
Re-enter M. with Malvolio.]
Dyce. Enter Malvolio. Ff (after
hither, line 14).
[16] How] Ol. How F2.
[17] ho, ho] F1. ha, ha F2 F3 F4.
om. Capell, reading How now ... thou?
as one line.
[Smiles fantastically. Rowe
(smile. ed. I.)
[18, 19] Smilest ... occasion] As one
line in Ff.
[20-25] Sad ... thee?] Printed as seven
lines in Ff, ending sad ... blood ... that?
... true ... all ... man ... thee?
[23] is] it F2. has it Capell.
[24] Oli.] Mal. F1.
[28] the sweet] that sweet Rowe
(ed. 2).
[38] meanest] meanst F1.
[47] Thy] My Lettsom conj.
[53] very] a very Rann.
[54] Count] Duke Rowe.
[57] [Exit Servant.] Capell.
[58] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[60] [Exeunt O. and M.] Capell.
Exit. Ff.
[61] Scene VIII. Pope.
[66] tang with] langer with F1.
tang Capell.
[70] Jove's] God's Halliwell. Love's
Grant White conj.
[71] Jove] God Halliwell. Love
Grant White conj.
[78] Re-enter....] Capell. Enter
T., F., and M. Ff.
[79] Scene IX. Pope.
sanctity] sanity S. Walker conj.
[82] How is't] Sir To. How is't
Anon. conj.
[84] private] privacy Rowe.
[91] me] him Rowe.
do you] do you do F4.
[95] an] Capell. and Ff. if Pope.
[103] this] that F4.
[104] let me alone with him] Omitted
in F3 F4.
[107] bawcock] F1 F2. havock F3 F4.
[110] Ay, Biddy, come with me.]
See note (xi).
[116] Mar.] Fab. Anon. conj.
[125] lest] F4. least F1 F2 F3.
[128] will] well F2.
[136] Scene X. Pope.
[140] Ay, is't] Collier. I, is't? F1
F2. I, is't? F3 F4. Ay, is it, Boswell.
[141] [Reads.] Rowe.
[146] good] very good Rowe (ed 1).
[151] to] om. Rowe.
sense—less] sence-lesse F1 F2.
sense-lesse F3. sense-less F4. senseless
Capell.
[159] mine] thine Johnson conj.
[162] If] To. If Ff.
[168] bum-baily] bum-bailiff Theobald.
[169] horrible] F1. horribly F2 F3
F4.
[180] it comes] F1 F2. that it comes
F3 F4.
[186] Re-enter O. and V.] Collier
(after line 184). Enter O. and V. Ff.
[187] Scene XL Pope.
[190] [Exeunt Sir T., F. and M.]
Capell. Exeunt. F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[191] I have] I've Pope.
[192] out] Theobald. on't Ff.
[196, 197] 'haviour that your ... Goes
... grief] 'haviour Your ... goes ... grief
Capell conj.
[197] Goes ... grief] Rowe. Goes ...
greefes F1 F2. Goes ... griefs F3 F4. Go
... griefs Malone.
[202] That honour saved] That
honour (sav'd) F1 F2. That (honour
sav'd) F3 F4.
[208] Scene XII. Pope.
[212] intercepter] interpreter Warburton.
[216] sir; I am sure] Theobald.
sir I am sure, F1 F2. sir, I am sure,
F3 F4. sir, I am sure Rowe.
[222] man] a man F3 F4.
[224] knight] a knight Collier MS.
unhatched] unhack'd Pope.
an hatcht Malone conj.
[229] nob] nod Rowe (ed. 2).
[234] Sir, no] No, sir, no Hanmer.
derives] drives F4.
[235] competent] F4. computent F1
F2 F3.
[238] him:] F1 F3 F4. him? F2. to
him; Hanmer.
or] and Hanmer.
your sword] you of sword
Anon. conj.
[241] as uncivil] an uncivil Capell
(corrected in MS.).
[242] as to know] to know Capell.
[260] [Exeunt.] om. Capell. See
note (xii).
Re-enter....] Capell. Enter
Toby and Andrew. Ff. Re-enter Sir
T. with Sir A. hanging back. Collier
(Collier MS.).
[261] Scene XIII. Pope. Scene
V. Dyce and Staunton.
[262] firago] virago Rowe.
[263] stuck in] stuck—in Johnson.
stuck-in, Capell. stuckin Singer.
[264] you] your F2.
[265] hit] Rowe. hits Ff.
[269] yonder] om. Rowe.
[270] an] Theobald. and Ff. if
Pope.
[273] Capilet] Capulet Dyce.
[276] [Aside] Theobald.
Re-enter F. and V.] Enter F.
and V. Ff. om. Capell. Enter F.
and V. unwillingly. Collier MS.
[277] [To Fab.] Rowe.
take up] make up Anon. conj.
[281] [To Vio.] Capell.
[282] oath sake] oath's sake Capell.
[283] scarce to be] to be scarce Capell
conj.
[286] [Aside] Capell.
[295] Scene XIV. Pope.
[They draw.] Rowe. They
go back from each other. Collier (Collier
MS.).
Enter A.] Ff (after line 294).
Enter A.; draws, and runs between.
Capell.
[298] [Drawing. Rowe.]
[302] [They draw.] Edd. Draws.
Rowe.
Enter Officers.] Enter two
Officers. Capell. Enter Officers. Dyce
and Staunton (after line 308).
[304] [To Antonio. Capell.]
[305] [To Sir Andrew. Rowe.]
[310-312] As two lines in Capell,
ending suit ... sir.
[310] Count] Duke Rowe.
[316] [To Vio.] Collier.
[318, 319] do, now ... purse?] Dyce
and Staunton. do: now ... purse. F1.
doe? now ... purse. F2 F3 F4.
[324] money] money back Capell,
reading 323-325 as two lines, ending
you ... sir?
[331] Hold, there's] Hold, There's
S. Walker conj.
there's] there is Hanmer.
now?] F3 F4. now, F1 F2.
[334] Lest] F4. Least F1 F2 F3.
[339] lying, vainness, babbling,
drunkenness] Steevens (1793). lying,
vainnesse, babling drunkennesse Ff.
lying vainness, babbling drunkenness
Rowe (ed. 2).
[342] pray you, go] pray, go S.
Walker conj., ending the line at little.
pray you Lloyd conj.
[343] speak] but speak Hanmer.
This youth] Why, this youth
Hanmer, ending lines 342, 343 at
speak ... here.
[345] love;] Ff. love,— Capell.
After this S. Walker supposes a line
to be lost.
[346] his] this S. Walker conj.
[347] venerable] veritable Collier
(Collier MS.).
[349] vile] Pope. vilde F1 F2 F3.
vild F4.
[353] beauteous evil] beauteous-evil
Malone.
[355] The man] Surely the man
Hanmer.
Come] 2. Off. Come Capell.
This word begins a line in Ff.
[356] with Officers.] Theobald.
om. Ff.
[362] we'll] Weel F1. Well F2 F3 F4.
[367] O, if] so if Becket conj.
[368] [Exit.] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[373] a most] om. Hanmer.
[374] 'Slid] Od's lid Hanmer.
[375] never] ne'er Hanmer.
[377] An] Theobald. And Ff. If
Pope.
not,—] Theobald. not. Ff.
[378] let's] let us Hanmer.
[379] any] om. Hanmer.
[Exeunt.] Rowe. [Exit. Ff.
ACT IV.
Scene I. Before Olivia's house.
Enter Sebastian and Clown.
Clo. Will you make me believe that I am not sent for
you?
Seb. Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow:
Let me be clear of thee.
5
Clo. Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you;
nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come
speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor
this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.
Clo. Vent my folly! he has heard that word of some
great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I
I prithee now, ungird thy strangeness and tell me what I
15
shall vent to my lady: shall I vent to her
that thou art
coming?
There's money for thee: if you tarry longer,
I shall give
worse payment.
20
Clo. By my troth, thou hast an open hand. These wise
men that give fools money get themselves a good
report—after
fourteen years' purchase.
[288]
Enter Sir Andrew, Sir Toby, and Fabian.
Sir And. Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for
25
Are all the people mad?
Sir To. Hold, sir, or I'll throw your dagger o'er the
house.
Clo. This will I tell my lady straight: I would not be
30
in some of your coats for two pence
[Exit.
Sir And. Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to
work with him; I'll have an action of battery against him,
if there
be any law in Illyria: though I
stroke him first,
yet it's no matter for that.
Sir To. Come, sir, I will not let you go. Come, my
young soldier,
put up your iron: you are well fleshed;
come on.
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Seb. I will be free from thee. What wouldst thou
now?
If thou darest tempt me further, draw thy sword.
Sir To. What, what? Nay, then I must have an ounce
or two of this malapert blood from
you.
Oli. Hold, Toby; on thy life, I charge thee, hold!
Oli. Will it be ever thus? Ungracious wretch,
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves,
Where manners ne'er were preach'd! out of my sight!
Be not offended, dear Cesario.
[289]
Rudesby, be gone!
[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian.
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Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passion, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. Go with me to my house;
And hear thou there how many fruitless pranks
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This ruffian hath
botch'd up, that thou thereby
Mayst smile at this: thou shalt not choose but go:
Do not deny. Beshrew his soul for me,
He started one poor heart of mine in thee.
Seb. What relish is in this? how runs the stream?
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Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:
Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;
If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!
Oli. Nay, come, I
prithee: would thou'ldst be ruled by me!
Oli. O, say so, and so be! [Exeunt.
Mar. Nay, I prithee, put on this gown and this beard;
make him believe thou art Sir Topas the curate: do it
quickly; I'll call Sir Toby the whilst.
[Exit.
Clo. Well, I'll put it on, and I will dissemble myself
5
in 't; and I would I were the first that ever dissembled in
such a gown. I am not
tall enough to become the function
well, nor lean enough to be thought a good
student; but
to be said an honest man and a good housekeeper goes as
[290]
fairly as to say a
careful man and a great scholar. The
competitors enter.
Clo. Bonos dies, Sir Toby: for, as the old hermit of
Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a
niece of King
Gorboduc, 'That that is is;' so I, being master
Parson, am
master Parson; for, what is 'that' but 'that,'
and 'is' but 'is'?
Sir To. To him, Sir Topas.
Clo. What, ho, I say! peace in this
prison!
Sir To. The knave counterfeits well; a good knave.
Clo. Sir Topas the curate, who comes to visit Malvolio
the lunatic.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas, good Sir Topas, go to my
lady.
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Clo. Out, hyperbolical fiend! how vexest thou this
Sir To. Well said, master Parson.
Mal. Sir Topas, never was man thus wronged: good
Sir Topas, do not think I am mad: they have laid me here
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in hideous darkness.
Clo. Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most
modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will
use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou
that house
is dark?
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Mal. As hell, Sir Topas.
[291]
Clo. Why, it hath bay windows transparent as barricadoes,
and the
clearstores toward the south north are as lustrous
as ebony; and yet complainest thou of obstruction?
Mal. I am not mad, Sir Topas: I say to you, this
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house is dark.
Clo. Madman, thou errest: I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than the
Egyptians in their fog.
Mal. I say, this house is as dark as ignorance, though
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ignorance were as dark as hell; and I say, there was never
man thus abused. I am no more mad than you are: make
the trial of it in any constant question.
Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning
50
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might
haply inhabit
a bird.
Clo. What thinkest thou of his opinion?
Mal. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve
his opinion.
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Clo. Fare thee well. Remain thou still in darkness:
thou shalt hold the opinion of Pythagoras ere I will allow of
thy wits; and fear to kill a woodcock, lest thou dispossess
the
soul of thy grandam. Fare thee well.
Mal. Sir Topas, Sir Topas!
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Sir To. My most exquisite Sir Topas!
Clo. Nay, I am for all
waters.
Mar. Thou mightst have done this without thy beard
and gown: he sees thee not.
Sir To. To him in thine own voice, and bring me word
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how thou findest him: I would we were
well rid of this
knavery. If he may be conveniently delivered, I would he
were; for I am now so far in offence with my niece, that I
[292]
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Tell me how thy lady does.
Clo. My lady is unkind, perdy.
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Clo. Alas, why is she so?
Clo. She loves another—Who calls, ha?
Mal. Good fool, as ever thou wilt deserve well at my
hand, help me to a candle, and pen, ink and paper: as I
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am a gentleman, I will live to be thankful to thee for't.
Clo. Alas, sir, how fell you
besides your five wits?
Mal. Fool, there was never man so notoriously abused:
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I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art.
Clo. But as well? then
you are mad indeed, if you be
no better in your wits than a fool.
Mal. They
have here propertied me; keep me in darkness,
send ministers to me, asses, and do all they can to
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face me out of my wits.
Clo. Advise you what you say; the minister is here.
Malvolio, Malvolio, thy wits the heavens restore! endeavour
thyself to sleep, and leave thy vain bibble babble.
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Clo. Maintain no words with him, good fellow. Who,
I, sir? not I, sir. God
be wi' you, good Sir Topas. Marry,
Mal. Fool, fool, fool, I say,——
[293]
Clo. Alas, sir, be patient. What say you, sir? I am
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shent for speaking to you.
Mal. Good fool, help me to some light and some
paper: I tell thee, I am as well in my wits as any man in
Illyria.
Clo. Well-a-day that you were, sir!
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Mal. By this hand, I am. Good fool, some ink, paper
and light; and convey what I will set down to my lady: it
shall advantage thee more than ever the bearing of letter
did.
Clo. I will help you to't. But tell me true,
are you
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not mad indeed?
or do you but counterfeit?
Mal. Believe me, I am not; I tell thee true.
Clo. Nay, I'll ne'er believe a madman till I see his
brains. I will fetch you light and paper and ink.
Mal. Fool, I'll requite it in the highest degree: I
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prithee, be gone.
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
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Like to the old vice,
Your need to sustain;
Who, with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries, ah, ha! to the devil:
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Like a mad lad,
[294]
LINENOTES:
Scene ii.] Scene iii. Pope.
Olivia's house.] Rowe.
[3] [Exit.] Exit M. Theobald.
[6] tall] fat Reed (1803) (Farmer
conj.). pale Tyrwhitt conj. of taille
Becket conj.
[7] student] studient F1.
[9] careful] graceful Hanmer (Warburton).
[10] Enter Sir T. and M.] Theobald.
Enter Toby. Ff.
[11] Jove] God Edd. conj.
[11, 14,
15, 27] master] M. Ff and
passim.
[13] Prague] Rowe. Prage F1 F2
F3. Prauge F4.
[14] Gorboduc] Gorboduck Pope.
Gorbodacke F1 F2 F4. Gorbodack F3.
[18] [rapping at an inner door.
Capell.
[20] Mal. [within] Malvolio within
(as a stage direction) Mal. Ff.
[26] nothing but of] of nothing but
Anon. conj.
[33] that] this Rann. the or that
the Anon. conj.
[37] clearstores] cleere stores F1.
cleare stones F2. clear stones F3 F4.
clear stories Boswell (Blakeway conj.).
[49] wild fowl] the soul Theobald
conj.
[50] haply] Capell. happily Ff.
[58] soul] soule F1. house F2 F3 F4.
[61] waters] wanters or ventures
Anon. conj.
[65] well] F1. all F2 F3 F4. all
well Collier MS.
[68] to the upshot] Rowe. the upshot
Ff.
[69] chamber] champer F2.
[Exeunt....] Exit with Maria.
Theobald. Exit Ff.
[70] Scene iv. Pope.
[Singing] Rowe.
[70, 71] Hey ... does.] Hey, jolly Robin,
tell to me, How does thy lady do?
Farmer conj.
[71] thy] my Rowe (ed. 2).
[83] besides] beside Capell conj.
[86] you are] thou art Rowe (ed. 2).
[88] have here] have Pope.
[96] be wi' you] buy you Ff. b' w'
you Pope.
[97] sir, I will] F1. sir, I will sir
F2 F3 F4.
[109, 110] are you not] are you
Johnson conj.
[110] or] and Malone conj.
[116-127] Arranged as in Capell.
As eight lines in Ff.
[116] [Singing] Rowe. on. Ff.
[119, 120] In a trice, Like to the]
With a trice, Like the Collier MS.
With a trice, Like to the Collier (ed. 2).
[126] dad;] dad, Ff. dad? Farmer
conj.
[127] goodman Drivel] Rowe (ed.
2). good man diuell F1. good man
Direll F2. good man Devil F3 F4.
goodman Mean-evil Johnson conj.
good Mean-evil Mason conj. goodman
Civil, or good man, be civil Anon.
conj.
Seb. This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
5
I could not find him at the Elephant:
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
10
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason, that persuades me
15
To any other trust but that
I am mad,
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
With such a smooth, discreet, and stable bearing
20
As I perceive she does: there's something in't
Oli. Blame not this haste of mine. If you mean well,
Now go with me and with this holy man
Into the chantry by: there, before him,
25
And underneath that consecrated roof,
[295]
Plight me the full assurance of your faith;
That my most
jealous and too doubtful soul
May
live at peace. He shall conceal it
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note,
30
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth. What do you say?
Seb. I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.
Oliv. Then lead the way, good father;
and heavens so shine,
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That they may fairly note this act of mine!
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene III.] Scene V. Pope.
Olivia's garden.] Capell. Another
apartment in O.'s house. Theobald.
[6] this credit] in credit Becket
conj. this credit [He takes a letter
from his pocket] Jackson conj.
credit] F3 F4. credite F1 F2.
credent Theobald conj. current Hanmer.
credited Mason conj.
[15] I am] I'm Pope.
[18] affairs and their dispatch] and
thus dispatch affairs Collier (Collier
MS.).
[21] the lady comes] she comes Pope.
comes the lady Steevens.
[27] jealous] iealious F1.
[28] live] henceforth live Hanmer.
[29] Whiles] While Grant White.
[34] and heavens] F1 F2. and heaven
F3 F4. heav'ns Pope.
[35] [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis Actus
Quartus. F1. Finis actus Quarti.
F2 F3 F4.
ACT V.
Fab. Now, as thou lovest me, let me see
his letter.
Clo. Good Master Fabian, grant me another request.
Clo. Do not desire to see this letter.
5
Fab. This is, to give a dog, and in recompense desire
my dog again.
Enter Duke,
Viola,
Curio,
and Lords.
Duke. Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends?
Clo. Ay, sir; we are some of her trappings.
Duke. I know thee well: how dost thou, my good fellow?
10
Clo. Truly, sir, the better for my foes and the worse
for my friends.
[296]
Duke. Just the contrary; the better for thy friends.
15
Clo. Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of
me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by
my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself; and by
if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then,
20
Duke. Why, this is excellent.
Clo. By my troth, sir, no; though it please you to be
one of my friends.
Duke. Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold.
25
Clo. But that it would be double-dealing, sir, I would
you could make it another.
Duke. O, you give me ill counsel.
Clo. Put your grace in your pocket, sir, for this once,
and let your flesh and blood obey it.
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Duke. Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a double-dealer:
there's another.
Clo. Primo, secundo, tertio, is a good play; and the old
saying is, the third pays for all: the
triplex, sir, is a good
tripping measure;
or the bells of Saint
Bennet, sir, may put
you in mind; one, two, three.
Duke. You can fool no more money out of me at this
throw: if you will let your lady know I am here to speak
with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my
bounty further.
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Clo. Marry, sir, lullaby to your bounty till I come again.
I go, sir; but I would not have you to think that my desire
of having is the sin of covetousness: but, as you say, sir, let
your bounty take a nap, I will awake it anon. [Exit.
Vio. Here comes the man, sir, that did rescue me.
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Duke. That face of his I do remember well;
Yet, when I saw it last, it was besmear'd
As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war:
A bawbling vessel was he captain of,
For shallow draught and bulk unprizable;
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With which such scathful grapple did he make
With the most noble bottom of our fleet,
That very envy and the tongue of loss
Cried fame and honour on him. What's the matter?
First Off. Orsino, this is that Antonio
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That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
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Vio. He
did me kindness, sir, drew on my side;
But in conclusion put strange speech upon me:
I know not what 'twas but distraction.
Duke. Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
What foolish boldness brought thee to their mercies,
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Whom thou, in terms so bloody and so dear,
Hast made thine enemies?
Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me:
Antonio never yet was thief or pirate,
Though I confess, on base and ground enough,
70
Orsino's enemy. A witchcraft drew me hither:
From the rude sea's enraged and foamy mouth
Did I redeem; a
wreck past hope he was:
His life I gave him and did thereto add
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My love, without retention or restraint,
[298]
All
his in dedication; for his sake
Did I expose myself, pure
for his love,
Into the danger of this adverse town;
Drew to defend him when he was beset:
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Where being apprehended, his false cunning,
Not meaning to partake with me in danger,
Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance,
And grew a twenty years removed thing
While one would wink; denied
me mine own purse,
Which I had recommended to his use
Not half an hour before.
Duke. When came
he to this town?
Ant. Today, my lord; and for three months before,
No
interim, not a minute's vacancy,
Both day and night did we keep company.
Duke. Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
But for thee, fellow; fellow, thy words are madness:
Three months this youth hath tended upon me;
But more of that anon. Take him aside.
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Oli. What would my lord, but that he may not have,
Wherein Olivia may seem serviceable?
Cesario, you
do not keep promise with me.
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Oli. What do you say, Cesario? Good my
lord,—
Vio. My lord would speak; my duty hushes me.
Oli. If it be aught to the old tune, my lord,
It is as
fat and fulsome to mine ear
As howling after music.
Duke. What, to perverseness? You uncivil lady,
To whom ingrate and unauspicious altars
My soul the faithfull'st offerings
hath breathed out
That e'er devotion tender'd! What shall I do?
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Oli. Even what it please my lord, that shall become him.
Duke. Why should I not, had I the heart to
do it,
Like to the Egyptian thief at point of death,
Kill what I love?—a savage jealousy
That sometime savours nobly. But hear
me this:
Since you to non-regardance cast my faith,
And that I partly know the instrument
That screws me from my true place in your favour,
Live you the marble-breasted tyrant still;
But this your minion, whom I know you love,
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And whom, by heaven I swear, I tender dearly,
Him will I tear out of that cruel eye,
Where he sits crowned in his master's spite.
Come, boy, with me; my thoughts are ripe in mischief:
I 'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love,
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To spite a raven's heart within a
dove.
Vio. And I, most jocund, apt and willingly,
To do you rest, a thousand deaths would
die.
Vio. After him I love
More than I love these eyes, more than my life,
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More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife.
If I do feign, you witnesses above
Punish my life for tainting of my love!
Oli. Ay me, detested! how am I beguiled!
Vio. Who does beguile you? who does do you wrong?
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Oli. Hast thou forgot thyself? is it so long?
[300]
Oli. Whither, my lord? Cesario, husband, stay.
Oli. Ay, husband: can he that deny?
Duke. Her husband, sirrah!
140
Oli. Alas, it is the baseness of thy fear
That makes thee strangle thy propriety:
Fear not, Cesario; take thy fortunes up;
Be
that thou know'st thou art, and then thou art
As great as that thou fear'st.
O, welcome, father!
145
Father, I charge thee, by thy reverence,
Here to unfold, though lately we intended
To keep in darkness what occasion now
Reveals before 'tis ripe, what thou dost know
Hath newly pass'd between this youth and me.
150
Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands,
Attested by the holy close of lips,
Strengthen'd by interchangement of your rings;
And all the ceremony of this compact
155
Seal'd in my function, by my testimony:
Since when, my watch hath told me, toward my grave
I have travell'd but two hours.
Duke. O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
160
Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,
That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?
Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet
[301]
Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.
Oli. O, do not swear!
165
Hold little faith, though thou hast too much fear.
Sir And. For the love of God, a surgeon!
Send one
presently to Sir Toby.
170
Sir Toby a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your
help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
Oli. Who has done this, Sir Andrew?
Sir And. The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took
175
Duke. My gentleman, Cesario?
Sir And. 'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my
head for nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't
by Sir Toby.
Vio. Why do you speak to me? I never hurt you:
180
You drew your sword upon me without cause;
But I bespake you fair, and hurt you not.
Sir And. If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have
hurt me: I think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more: but if
185
he had not been in drink, he would have tickled you
othergatesthan he did.
Duke. How now, gentleman! how is't with you?
[302]
Sir To. That's all one:
has hurt me, and there's
the
end on't. Sot,
didst see Dick surgeon, sot?
190
Clo. O, he's drunk,
Sir Toby, an hour agone; his eyes
were
set at eight i' the morning.
Sir To. Then he's a
rogue, and a passy measures panyn:
I hate a drunken rogue.
Oli. Away with him! Who hath made this havoc with
195
them?
Sir And. I'll help you, Sir Toby, because we'll be
dressed together.
and a knave, a thin-faced knave, a gull!
200
Oli. Get him to bed, and let his hurt be look'd to.
[
Exeunt Clown,
Fabian,
Sir Toby,
and Sir Andrew.
Seb. I am sorry, madam, I have hurt your
kinsman;
But, had it been the brother of my blood,
I must have done no less with wit and
safety.
I do perceive it hath offended you:
Pardon me, sweet one, even for the vows
We made each other but so late ago.
Duke. One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
[303]
A
natural perspective, that is and is not!
210
Seb. Antonio, O my dear Antonio!
How have the hours rack'd and tortured me,
Since I have lost thee!
Ant. How have you made division of yourself?
215
An apple, cleft in two, is not more twin
Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian?
Seb. Do I stand there? I never had a brother;
Nor can there be
that deity in my nature,
Of here and every where. I had a sister,
Whom the blind waves and surges have devour'd.
Of charity, what kin are you to
me?
What countryman? what name? what parentage?
225
Such a Sebastian was my brother too,
So went he suited to his watery tomb:
If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.
Seb. A spirit I am indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad
230
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest
goes even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
And say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
235
Seb. And so had mine.
Vio. And died that day when Viola from her birth
Had number'd thirteen years.
Seb. O, that record is lively in my soul!
He finished indeed his mortal act
240
That day that made my sister thirteen years.
Vio. If nothing lets to make us happy both
But this my masculine usurp'd attire,
Do not embrace me till each circumstance
Of place, time, fortune, do cohere and jump
245
That I am Viola: which to confirm,
I'll bring you to a
captain in this town,
Hath been between this lady and this lord.
Seb. [To Olivia] So comes it, lady, you have been mistook:
But nature to her bias
drew in that.
You would have been contracted to a maid;
Nor are you therein, by my life, deceived,
255
You are betroth'd both to a maid and man.
Duke. Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
If this be so, as yet the glass seems true,
I shall have share in this most happy
wreck.
[To Viola] Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times
260
Thou never
shouldst love woman like to me.
Vio. And all those sayings will I over-swear;
And all those swearings keep as true in soul
As doth that orbed continent the
fireThat severs day from night.
Duke. Give me thy hand;
265
And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds.
Vio. The captain that did bring me first on shore
Hath my maid's garments: he upon some action
Is now in durance, at Malvolio's suit,
A gentleman, and follower of my lady's.
270
Oli. He shall enlarge him: fetch Malvolio hither:
And yet, alas, now I remember me,
[305]
They say, poor gentleman, he's much distract.
From my remembrance clearly
banish'd his.
How does he, sirrah?
Clo. Truly, madam, he holds Belzebub at the stave's
end as well as a man in his case may do:
has here writ a
letter to you; I should have given 't you to-day morning,
but as a madman's epistles are no gospels, so it skills not
280
much when they are delivered.
Clo. Look then to be well edified when the fool delivers
the madman.
[Reads] By the Lord, madam,—
285
Clo. No, madam, I do but read madness:
an your ladyship
will have it as it ought to be, you must allow
Vox.
Clo. So I do, madonna; but to read his right wits is to
read thus: therefore perpend, my princess, and give ear.
Fab. [Reads] By the Lord, madam, you wrong me, and
the world shall know it: though you have put me into darkness and
senses as well as your ladyship. I have your own letter that induced
295
me to the semblance I put on; with the which I doubt not but to do
myself much right, or you much shame. Think of me as you please.
I leave my duty a little unthought of and speak out of my injury.
[306]
Duke. This savours not much of distraction.
My lord, so please you, these things further thought on,
To think me as well a sister as a wife,
305
One day shall crown the alliance
on't, so please you,
Here at my house and at my proper cost.
Duke. Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
[To Viola] Your master quits you; and for your service done him,
So much against the
mettle of your sex,
So far beneath your soft and tender breeding,
And since you call'd me master for so long,
Here is my hand: you shall from this time be
Oli. A sister! you are she.
Duke. Is this the madman?
Oli. Ay, my lord, this same.
Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.
Mal. Lady, you have. Pray you, peruse that letter.
You must not now deny it is your hand:
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
320
Or say 'tis not your
seal, not your invention:
You can say none of this: well, grant it then
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of favour,
Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you,
325
To put on yellow stockings and to frown
Upon Sir Toby and the lighter people;
[307]
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
330
And made the most notorious geek
and gullThat e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.
Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But out of question 'tis Maria's hand.
335
And now I do bethink me, it was she
Upon thee in the letter. Prithee, be content:
This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon thee;
340
But when we know the grounds and authors of it,
Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge
Of thine own cause.
Fab. Good madam, hear me speak,
And let no quarrel nor no brawl to come
Taint the condition of this present hour,
345
Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not,
Set this device against Malvolio here,
Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts
We had conceived
against him: Maria writ
The letter at Sir Toby's great importance;
In recompense whereof he hath married her.
How with a sportful malice it was follow'd,
May rather pluck on laughter than revenge;
If that the injuries be justly weigh'd
355
That have on both sides
pass'd.
Clo. Why, 'some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness
thrown upon them.' I was
one, sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, sir; but that's all
360
one. 'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad.' But do you
remember?'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal?
an you smile not, he's gagged:' and thus the
whirligig of
time brings in his revenges.
Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you.
[Exit.
365
Oli. He hath been most notoriously abused.
Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:
He hath not told us of the captain yet:
When that is known, and golden time
convents,
A solemn combination shall be made
370
Of our dear souls.
Meantime, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence. Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.
[Exeunt all, except Clown.
375
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
380
With hey, ho, &c.
For the rain, &c.
[309]
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, &c.
385
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, &c.
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, &c.
390
For the rain, &c.
A great while ago the world begun,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Before Olivia's house] Capell.
The street. Pope.
[1] his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.
[6] Lords.] Attendants. Capell.
[18] that, conclusions ... kisses] that,
conclusion to be asked, is Theobald
(Warburton). the conclusion to be asked
is Hanmer. that conclusions follow as
kisses Heath conj. See note (xiv).
[20] for my friends] of my friends
F3 F4.
[33] triplex] triplet Collier (Collier
MS.).
[34] or] as Mason conj.
Bennet] Bennet's Anon. conj.
[44] Scene II. Pope.
Enter A....] Ff (after line 43).
[60] did] shew'd Capell (corrected
in MS.).
[66] Orsino, noble sir] Noble sir,
Orsino Hanmer.
[71] ingrateful] ungrateful F4.
[73] wreck] Pope. wracke F1 F2.
wrack F3 F4.
[76] his] F1. this F2 F3 F4.
in] is F3 F4.
[77] for] of F3 F4.
[84] me] be F3 F4.
[87] he] you Hanmer.
[89] interim] intrim F1.
[91] Scene III. Pope.
Enter O....] Ff. Dyce, after
line 94.
[97] do not] don't Hanmer.
[99] Olivia,—] Theobald. Olivia. Ff.
[100] lord,—] Pope. lord. Ff.
[103] fat] flat Hanmer (Warburton).
[104] Still] Still, still Capell.
[105] so constant, lord] lord, so constant
Hanmer.
[108] hath] Capell. have Ff. has
Pope.
[111] do it] do't Pope.
[114] me] om. Pope.
[125] [Going. Theobald.
[127] [Following. Theobald.
[133] Ay] F4. Aye F1 F2 F3. Ah
Hanmer.
[136] [Exit an Attendant. Capell.
[To Viola. Theobald.
[144] that thou] thou F3 F4.
Enter Priest.] Ff. Re-enter
Attendant, with Priest. Capell.
[150] of eternal] and eternal Collier
(Malone conj. withdrawn).
[159] on thy case] on thy face Madden
conj. upon thee Keightley conj. See
note (xv).
[164] protest—] Rowe. protest Ff.
[165] Hold] F1. How F2 F3 F4.
Enter Sir A.] Ff. Enter Sir
A. with his head broke. Rowe.
[166] Scene IV. Pope.
Send] F1 F2. and F3 F4. and
send Rowe (ed. 2).
[169] He has] H'as Ff.
has given] F1 F2. given F3 F4.
h'as given Capell.
[174] incardinate] incarnate Rowe.
[183] Enter Sir Toby....] Enter
Toby.... Ff (after line 181). Enter
Sir T. drunk, led by the Clown.
Capell.
[185, 186] othergates] other gates Ff.
[188] has] Ff. h'as Rowe (ed. 1).
ha's Id. (ed. 2). he has Pope.
[188, 189] the end] th'end F1 F2.
an end F3 F4.
[189] didst] didst thou F3 F4.
[190] Sir Toby] F1. sir above F2
F3 F4. Sir Toby, above Theobald.
[191] set at] F1 F2. at F3 F4.
[192] rogue, and a passy measures
panyn:] F1. Rogue after a passy
measures Pavin: F2 F3 F4. rogue, and
a past-measure painim. Pope. rogue,
and a passy-measure pavin: Steevens.
rogue:—and after a passy-measure or
a pavin, Rann. rogue. After a passy-measure,
or a pavin, Reed (Tyrwhitt
conj.). rogue and a pazzomezzo paynim
Becket conj. rogue and a passy
measures paynim: Grant White.
rogue. After a passing measure and a
pavin Anon. conj. (Gent. Mag.).
[198, 199] help? an ass-head ... gull!]
Malone. help an ass-head ... gull? Ff.
[200] [Exeunt...] Dyce and Staunton.
Exe. Clo. To. & And. Rowe.
Exeunt Clown and some Attendants,
with Sir T. and Sir A. Capell.
[201] Scene V. Pope.
kinsman] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
[203] [All stand in amaze. Theobald.
[204] You throw a strange] You
throw A strange S. Walker conj.
upon] on Pope.
upon me, and by that] on me,
by that Lettsom conj.
and by that] by which Pope.
and By that Capell.
[209] natural] nat'ral Pope.
[213] Fear'st thou] Ff. Fear'd thou
Rowe (ed. 2). Fear'd you Pope.
[219] that] F1. a F2 F3 F4.
[222] [To Viola. Rowe.
[224] Messaline] Metelin Hanmer.
[231] goes] F1. goe F2. go F3 F4.
[233] And] As Capell (corrected
in MS.).
[246] captain] captain's Grant White
(Collier MS.).
[247] maiden] maids Theobald.
by whose] he, by whose Staunton
conj.
[248] preserved] preferr'd Theobald.
count] Duke Rowe.
[249] occurrence] occurrents Hanmer.
[250] Hath] Have Hanmer.
[251] [To Olivia.] Rowe.
[252] drew] true Collier MS.
[258] wreck] Rowe. wracke F1 F2.
wrack F3 F4.
[260] shouldst] shoulst F2.
[263, 264] fire ... severs] fires ... sever
Singer.
[272] Re-enter....] Enter.... Ff.
and Fabian.] om. Capell.
[273] Scene VI. Pope.
extracting] F1. exacting F2
F3 F4. distracting Hanmer.
[274] banish'd] banisht F1. banish
F2 F3 F4.
[277] has] h'as Rowe. he has Malone.
[281] Open 't] Open it Malone.
[283] [Reads] Rowe.
[284] art thou] art Pope.
[285] an] Pope. and Ff.
[286] Vox] for't Heath conj. oaths
Mason conj.
[287] read] read it F3 F4.
right wits] wits right Johnson
conj.
[290] [To Fabian.] Rowe.
[291] [Reads] Ff.
[293] cousin] uncle Rowe (ed. 2).
the benefit] benefit Rowe, F3 F4.
[302] [Exit Fabian.] Capell.
[305] on't, so] an't so Heath conj.
and, so Collier (Collier MS.).
[308] [To Viola] Rowe.
[309] mettle] Ff. metal Rowe.
[313] mistress. Oli. A ... she] mistress,
and his sister she Hanmer.
Re-enter F. with M.] Capell.
Enter M. Ff. Enter M. with straw
about him, as from prison. Collier MS.
[314] Scene VII. Pope.
[315] you have] you've S. Walker
conj.
[320] seal, not] seal, nor F4.
[330] and gull] F1. or gull F2 F3
F4.
[336] then] thou Rann.
camest in] cam'st thou Theobald.
[337] presupposed] preimpos'd Collier
(Collier MS.).
[342] hear] here F2.
[346] confess, myself] Theobald.
confess myself, Ff.
Toby] Sir Toby Theobald.
[349] against] in Rann (Tyrwhitt
conj.).
[355, 356] S. Walker would end
line 355 at fool.
[356] fool] Foole F1 F2 F3. Fool F4.
soul Collier (Collier MS.). tool Anon.
conj.
thee!] Capell. thee? Ff.
[358] thrown] thrust Theobald.
[360, 361] remember? 'Madam,
why] Malone (Tyrwhitt conj.). remember,
Madam, why Ff. remember,
Madam,—'why Theobald.
[362] an] Pope. and Ff.
whirligig] Capell. whirlegigge
F1. whirle-gigge F2 F3. whirl-gigg
F4.
[364] [Exit.] Rowe.
[368] convents] consents Steevens
conj. convenes Anon. MS. apud
Halliwell.
[370] Meantime] In the mean time
Hanmer.
[374] [Exeunt...] Dyce and Staunton.
Exeunt. Ff.
[375-394] Farmer would omit as
spurious.
[375] and] an Theobald.
tiny] Rowe (ed. 2). tine Ff.
[381] knaves and thieves] knave
and thief Steevens (Farmer conj.).
[387-389] beds ... heads] Ff. bed
... head Hanmer.
[389] toss-pots] tospottes F1.
still had] I had Hanmer. still
I had Collier.
drunken] broken Anon. conj.
[391] begun] Rowe. begon F1 F2.
be gon F3. be gone F4.
[392] With hey, ho] F2 F3 F4. hey,
ho F1.
[394] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff.
NOTES.
Note I.
In our enumeration of the Dramatis Personæ we have omitted
what Johnson calls 'the cant of the modern stage,' i.e. the unnecessary
descriptions given by Rowe.
Note II.
I. I. 26. Mr Knight reads 'years' heat,' but follows Malone in
interpreting 'heat' as a participle. It is more probably a substantive.
Note III.
I. 3. 48. Sidney Walker supposed that as the first Folio has no
stop after 'acquaintance' it was intended that the sentence should be
regarded as incomplete, and he therefore would read 'acquaintance—'.
The real reason of the omission of the stop in F1 is that the word
occurs so near the end of the line that there was no room for its insertion.
It is found in all the other Folios.
Note IV.
I. 5. 192. Mr Dyce conjectures that something more than the
speaker's name has been omitted in the Folios before 'Tell me your
mind.' Capell proposed to omit these words, on the ground that, in
addition to other objections against them, they cause the speech to
end metrically. We leave the text undisturbed, because we think
that there is some corruption which Hanmer's plausible emendation
does not remove.
Note V.
I. 5. 237. Sidney Walker conjectures that 'a word or words are
lost before adorations, involving the same metaphor as the rest of the
two lines.' Perhaps the lost word may have been 'earthward' or
'earthly,' so that all the four elements 'of which our life consists'
(II. 3. 9) would be represented in the symptoms of Orsino's passion.
[312]
Note VI.
II. 2. 30. Johnson would transpose lines 28 and 29, and retain the
reading of the Folios 'if':
'For such as we are made, if such we be,
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we.'
Note VII.
II. 3. 33. The first Folio reads simply 'give a' without any stop at
all, perhaps as before, because there was no room to insert it. More
probably however a line has been omitted. The other Folios have
'give a—'. Mr Singer suggests that the hiatus may either have been
intentional, or may have been filled up with the words 'another should.'
Mr Collier's MS. corrector inserts a whole clause; reading, 'if one
knight give a-way sixpence, so will I give another: go to.'
Note VIII.
II. 3. 97, 99, 101, 102. These lines are printed in the Folios in Roman
type, while all the other songs and snatches of songs in the scene are
in italics. It is evident, however, that they are intended to be sung.
Note IX.
II. 4. 17. Warburton says, 'The Folio reads notions, which is
right.' This is incorrect: all the Folios have 'motions.'
Note X.
II. 5. 129. The first Folio here reads 'atcheeues,' but as it has
'atcheeue' in III. 4. 41, and 'atchieue' in V. 1. 357, it is plain that the
first is a mere misprint. In many other passages, doubtless, the incorrect
grammar found in the oldest editions is due to the printer, not
to the author.
Note XI.
III. 4. 110. Mr Ritson suggested that 'Ay, Biddy, come with me,'
is a fragment of an old song, and should be printed as such.
[313]
Note XII.
III. 4. 260. Mr Dyce and Mr Staunton make Scene V. to commence
here in 'The street adjoining Olivia's garden.' The fourth scene is
continued in the Folios, and, as in all other instances throughout the
play, the beginning of each scene is accurately marked, we have thought
it better to follow them in this. According to the Folios, Fabian and
Viola leave the stage just as Sir Toby and Sir Andrew enter, and, not
meeting them, may be supposed to return to the place appointed in
lines 239, 240. Capell, contrary to the directions in the Folios, keeps
Fabian and Viola on the stage. They are indeed all the while within
sight of Sir Toby, as appears from lines 268, 269, but not necessarily
visible to the audience. The comic effect would, no doubt, be heightened
if Fabian were seen using all his efforts to prevent Viola from
running away, but this is scarcely a sufficient reason for deserting
our only authority.
Note XIII.
IV. 1. 13. Mr Knight suggests that this may be intended to be
spoken aside, as if the meaning were, 'I am afraid the world will
prove this great lubber (Sebastian) a cockney.'
Note XIV.
V. 1. 18. The meaning seems to be nothing more recondite than
this: as in the syllogism it takes two premisses to make one conclusion,
so it takes two people to make one kiss.
Note XV.
V. 1. 159. In Mr Foss's copy of the first Folio, Sir Frederic Madden
says the reading is 'cafe' instead of 'case,' and this leads him to
conjecture that 'face' is the true reading. But in Capell's copy the
reading is plainly 'case,' and as there is abundant authority to prove
that 'case' was a sportsman's term for the skin of an animal, we retain
it.
THE WINTER'S TALE.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[10].
Leontes, king of Sicilia.
Mamillius[11], young prince of Sicilia.
Camillo, }
Antigonus, } Four Lords of Sicilia.
Cleomenes, }
Dion, }
Polixenes, king of Bohemia[12].
Florizel, prince of Bohemia[12].
Archidamus, a Lord of Bohemia[12].
Old Shepherd, reputed father of Perdita.
Clown, his son.
Autolycus, a rogue.
A Mariner[13].
A Gaoler[13].
Hermione, queen to Leontes.
Perdita, daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
Paulina, wife to Antigonus.
Emilia, a lady attending on Hermione[14].
Mopsa[13], }
Dorcas[13],} Shepherdesses.
Other Lords and Gentlemen, Ladies[13], Officers[13], and Servants,
Shepherds, and Shepherdesses.
Time[13], as Chorus[13].
Scene: Partly in Sicilia, and partly in Bohemia[15].
[317]
THE WINTER'S TALE.
ACT I.
Scene I. Antechamber in LEONTES' palace.
Enter Camillo and Archidamus.
Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit
Bohemia,
on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot,
you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our
Bohemia and your Sicilia.
5
Cam. I think, this
coming summer, the King of Sicilia
means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes
him.
Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame
us we
will be justified in our loves; for indeed—
Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge:
we cannot with such magnificence—in so rare—I
know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks,
that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may,
15
though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.
[318]
Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for what's given
freely.
Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs
me and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.
20
Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia.
They were trained together in their childhoods; and there
rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot
choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities
and royal necessities made separation of their society,
25
their encounters, though not personal,
have been
royallyattorneyed with interchange of
gifts, letters, loving embassies;
that they have seemed to be together, though absent;
shook hands, as over a
vast; and embraced, as it were, from
the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their
30
Arch. I think there is not in the world either malice
or matter to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of
your young prince
Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest
promise that ever came into my note.
35
Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him:
it is a gallant child; one that indeed physics the subject,
makes old hearts fresh: they that went on crutches ere he
was born desire yet their life to see him a man.
Arch. Would they else be content to die?
40
Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they
should desire to live.
Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to
live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene I. Antechamber....] Theobald.
A Palace. Rowe.
[1] Bohemia] Bithynia Hanmer (and
throughout).
[5] coming] comming F1. common
F2 F3 F4.
[8] us] us, Theobald, us; Ff.
[11] Verily] F3 F4. Verely F1 F2.
[25] have] F2 F3 F4. hath F1.
royally] so royally Collier (Collier
MS.).
[26] gifts] F1 F3 F4. gift F2.
[28] vast] F1. vast sea F2 F3 F4.
[30] loves] love Hanmer.
[33] Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe
(ed. 2).
[319]
Scene II. A room of state in the same.
Pol. Nine changes of the watery star
hath been
The shepherd's note since we have left our throne
Without a burthen: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
5
And yet we should, for perpetuity,
Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one 'We thank you,' many thousands
moeThat go before it.
And pay them when you part.
10
Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
'This is put forth too
truly:' besides, I have stay'd
To tire your royalty.
15
Leon. We are tougher, brother,
Than you can put us to't.
Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow.
[320]
Leon. We'll part the time between's, then: and in that
I'll no gainsaying.
20
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the
world,
So soon as yours could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder
25
Were in your love a whip to me; my stay
To you a charge and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.
Leon. Tongue-tied our queen? speak you.
Her. I had thought, sir,
to have held my peace until
You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,
30
Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure
All in Bohemia's well; this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd: say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong:
35
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
40
You take my lord, I'll
give him my commission
Prefix'd for's parting: yet,
good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind
[321]
Her. Nay, but you will?
45
Pol. I may not, verily.
Her. Verily!
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should yet say 'Sir, no going.' Verily,
50
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?
55
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread 'Verily,'
One of them you shall be.
Pol. Your guest, then, madam:
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.
Her. Not your gaoler, then,
60
But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks and yours when you were boys:
You were pretty lordings then?
Pol. We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
65
The verier wag o' the two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
And bleat the one at the other: what we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
70
That any did. Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd heaven
Boldly 'not guilty;' the imposition clear'd
[322]
Hereditary ours.
75
Her. By this we gather
You have tripp'd since.
Pol. O my most sacred lady!
Temptations have since then been born
to's: for
In those unfledged days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross'd the eyes
Of my young play-fellow.
80
Of this make no conclusion,
lest you say
Your queen and I are devils: yet go on;
The offences we have made you do we'll answer,
If you first sinn'd with us and that with us
85
You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not
With any but with us.
Her. He'll stay, my lord.
Leon. At my request he would not.
To better purpose.
90
Her. What! have I twice said well? when
was't before?
I prithee tell me;
cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: you may ride's
95
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
[323]
My last good deed was to entreat his stay:
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
100
Nay, let me have't; I long.
Leon. Why, that was when
Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death,
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love: then didst thou utter
'I am yours for ever.'
105
Why, lo you now,
I have spoke to the purpose twice:
The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other for some while a
friend.
To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.
110
I have tremor cordis on me: my heart dances;
But not for joy; not joy. This entertainment
May a free face put on,
derive a liberty
But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,
As now they are, and making practised smiles,
The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment
Art thou my boy?
120
Leon. I' fecks!
[324]
Why, that's my bawcock. What,
hast smutch'd thy nose?
We must be neat; not neat,
but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the
heifer and the calf
Upon his palm!—How now, you wanton calf!
Art thou my calf?
Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord.
Leon. Thou want'st a rough
pash and the shoots that I have.
130
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: but were they false
As dice are to be wish'd by one that fixes
No
bourn 'twixt his and mine, yet were it true
To say this boy
were like me. Come, sir page,
Communicatest with
dreams;—how can this be?—
With what's unreal them coactive art,
Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost,
And that beyond commission, and I find it,
145
And that to the infection of my brains
And hardening of my brows.
Her. He something seems unsettled.
Her. You look
As if you held a brow of much distraction:
150
How sometimes nature will betray
its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines
155
Twenty-three years, and saw myself unbreech'd,
In my green velvet coat, my dagger muzzled,
Lest it should bite
its master, and so prove,
How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,
[326]
160
This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,
Will you take
eggs for money?
Leon. You
will! why, happy man
be's dole! My brother,
Are you so fond of your young prince, as we
Do seem to be of ours?
165
Pol. If at home, sir,
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter:
Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December;
170
Leon. So stands this squire
Officed with me: we two will walk, my lord,
And leave you to your graver steps. Hermione,
How thou lovest us, show in our brother's welcome;
175
Let what is dear in Sicily be cheap:
Next to thyself and my young rover, he's
Apparent to my heart.
Her. If you would seek us,
We are yours i' the garden: shall's attend you there?
Leon. To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
180
Be you beneath the sky.
[Aside] I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
How she holds up the
neb, the bill to him!And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband!
[
Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants.Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one!
Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I
[327]
Play too; but so disgraced a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour
190
Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play. There have been,
Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
That little thinks she has been sluiced
in's absenceAnd his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't
Whiles other men have gates and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
200
Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
From east, west, north and south: be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly;
know't;
It will let in and out the enemy
With bag and baggage:
many thousand on's
Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
Mam. I am like you,
they say.
Leon. Why, that's some comfort.
210
Cam. Ay, my good lord.
Camillo, this great sir will yet stay longer.
When you cast out, it still came home.
[328]
Leon. Didst note it?
215
His business more material.
Leon. Didst perceive it?
When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
220
Cam. At the good queen's entreaty.
Leon. At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent;
But, so it is, it is not. Was this taken
By any understanding pate but thine?
225
More than the common blocks: not noted, is't,
But of the finer natures? by some severals
Of head-piece extraordinary? lower messes
Perchance are to this business purblind? say.
Cam. Business, my lord! I think most understand
Bohemia stays here longer.
230
Cam. Stays here longer.
Cam. To
satisfy your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy!
The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy!
235
Let that suffice.
I have trusted thee, Camillo,
My chamber-councils; wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed
Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been
240
Deceived in thy integrity, deceived
In that which seems so.
Leon. To bide upon't, thou art not honest; or,
If thou inclinest that way, thou art a coward,
Which
hoxes honesty behind, restraining
From course required; or else thou must be counted
A servant grafted in my serious trust
And therein negligent; or else a fool
That seest a game play'd home, the rich stake drawn,
And takest it all for jest.
Cam. My gracious lord,
250
I may be negligent, foolish and fearful;
In every one of these no man is free,
But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
255
If ever I were wilful-negligent,
I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
260
Whereof the execution did cry out
Which oft infects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities that honesty
Is never free of. But, beseech your Grace,
265
Be plainer with me; let me know my trespass
By
its own visage: if I then deny it,
'Tis none of mine.
Leon. Ha' not you seen, Camillo,—
But that's past doubt, you have, or your eye-glass
Is thicker than a cuckold's horn,—or heard,—
270
For to a vision so apparent rumour
Cannot be mute,—or thought,—for cogitation
Resides not in that man that does not
think,—
My wife is slippery? If thou
wilt confess,
Or else be impudently negative,
275
To have nor eyes nor ears nor thought, then say
As rank as any flax-wench that
puts toBefore her troth-plight: say't and justify't.
Cam. I would not be a stander-by to hear
280
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
As deep as that, though true.
Leon. Is whispering nothing?
285
Is leaning cheek to cheek? is
meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh?—a note infallible
Of breaking honesty;—horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
290
Hours, minutes?
noon, midnight? and all
eyesBlind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing?
Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing;
The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
295
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
Cam. Good my lord, be cured
[331]
Of this diseased opinion, and betimes;
For 'tis most dangerous.
Leon. Say it be, 'tis true.
Leon. It is; you lie, you lie:
300
I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee,
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave,
Or else a hovering temporizer, that
Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both: were my
wife's liver
Infected as her life, she would not live
The running of one glass.
Cam. Who does infect her?
Leon. Why, he that wears her like
her medal, hanging
About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I
Had servants true about me, that
bare eyes
To see alike mine honour as their profits,
Their own particular thrifts, they would do that
Which should undo more doing:
ay, and thou,
His cup-bearer,—whom I from meaner form
Have bench'd and rear'd to worship, who mayst see
315
Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven,
To give mine enemy a lasting wink;
Which draught to me were cordial.
I could do this, and that with no rash potion,
320
But with a lingering dram, that should not work
Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,
So sovereignly being honourable.
[332]
Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot!
325
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted
330
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,
Who I do think is mine and love as mine,
Without ripe moving
to't? Would I do this?
Cam. I must believe you, sir:
I do; and will fetch off Bohemia for't;
335
Provided that, when he's removed, your highness
Will take again your queen as yours at first,
The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms
Known and allied to yours.
Leon. Thou dost advise me
340
Even so as I mine own course have set down:
Cam. My lord,
Go then; and with a countenance as clear
As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia
345
And with your queen. I am his cup-bearer:
If from me he have wholesome beverage,
Account me not your servant.
[333]
Leon. This is all:
Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own.
350
Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. [Exit.
Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me,
What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner
Of good Polixenes: and my ground to do't
Is the obedience to a master, one
355
Who, in rebellion with himself, will have
All that are his so too. To do this deed,
Promotion follows. If I could find example
Of thousands that had struck anointed kings
And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't; but since
360
Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one,
Let villany itself forswear't. I must
Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain
To me a break-neck. Happy star reign now!
Here comes Bohemia.
365
My favour here begins to warp. Not speak?
Good day, Camillo.
Cam. Hail, most royal sir!
Pol. What is the news i' the court?
Pol. The king hath on him such a countenance
As he had lost some province and a region
370
Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him
With customary compliment; when he,
Wafting his eyes to the contrary and falling
A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and
So leaves me, to consider what is breeding
[334]
375
That changes thus his manners.
Be intelligent to me: 'tis thereabouts;
For, to yourself, what
you do know, you must,
And cannot say, you dare not. Good Camillo,
Your changed complexions are to me a mirror
Which shows me mine changed too; for I must be
A party in this alteration, finding
Cam. There is a sickness
385
Which puts some of us in distemper; but
I cannot name the disease; and it is caught
Of you that yet are well.
Pol. How! caught of me!
Make me not sighted like the basilisk:
I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better
390
By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,—
Our gentry than our parents' noble names,
In whose success we are gentle,—I beseech you,
395
If you know aught which does behove my knowledge
Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not
In ignorant concealment.
Pol. A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
I must be answer'd. Dost thou hear, Camillo,
400
I conjure thee, by all the parts of man
[335]
Which honour does acknowledge, whereof the least
Is not this suit of mine, that thou declare
What incidency thou dost guess of harm
Is creeping
toward me; how far off, how near;
Which way to be prevented, if
to be;
If not, how best to bear it.
Since I am charged in honour and by him
That I think honourable: therefore mark my counsel,
Which must be ev'n as swiftly follow'd as
410
Cry lost, and so good night!
Cam. He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
415
As he had seen't, or been an instrument
To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen
Forbiddenly.
Pol. O, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly and my name
Be yoked with his that did betray the Best!
420
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive, and my approach be
shunn'd,Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection
That e'er was heard or read!
425
By each particular star in heaven and
[336]
By all their influences, you may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon,
As or by oath remove or counsel shake
The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
430
Is piled upon his faith and will continue
The standing of his body.
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam. I know not: but
I am sure 'tis safer to
Avoid what's grown than question how
'tis born.
If therefore you dare trust my honesty,
435
That lies enclosed in this trunk which you
Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night!
Your followers I will whisper to the business;
And will by twos and threes at several posterns,
Clear them o' the city. For myself, I'll put
440
My fortunes to your service, which are here
By this discovery lost. Be not uncertain;
For, by the honour of my parents, I
Have utter'd truth: which if you seek to prove,
I dare not stand
by; nor shall you be safer
His execution sworn.
Pol. I do believe thee:
I saw his heart in's face. Give me thy hand:
Be pilot to me and thy
places shall
Still neighbour mine. My ships are ready and
450
My people did expect my hence departure
Is for a precious creature: as she's rare,
Must it be great; and, as his person's mighty,
Must it be violent; and as he does conceive
455
He is dishonour'd by a man which ever
Profess'd to him, why, his revenges must
[337]
In that be made more bitter. Fear o'ershades me:
The gracious
queen, part of his
theme, but nothing
Of his ill-ta'en suspicion! Come, Camillo;
I will respect thee as a father if
Thou bear'st my life off hence: let us avoid.
Cam. It is in mine authority to command
The keys of all the posterns: please your highness
465
To take the urgent
hour. Come, sir, away.
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene ii. A room....] Capell.
Scene opens to the Presence. Theobald.
Camillo] om. Theobald.
and Attendants] Theobald, om.
Ff.
[1] hath] have Capell.
[1, 2] been ... note] been (The shepherd's
note,) Warburton.
[8] moe] more Rowe.
[9] a while] awhile Reed.
[11] I am] I'm Pope.
[12] absence;] absence, Ff.
[12, 13] that may blow No] there
may blow Some Hanmer. may there
blow No Warburton.
[12-14] that ... truly:] that ... truly!
Steevens (Farmer conj.).
[14] truly] early Hanmer. tardily
Capell.
[17] seven-night] seve'night F1 F2
F3. sev'night F4.
[19] beseech you, so.] 'beseech you!
Hanmer. so, beseech you: Capell.
[20] world] F1 F3 F4. would F2.
[28] to have] to've Pope.
[29] You had] You 'ad Theobald.
[33] [He walks apart. Collier
(Collier MS.).
[38] [To Polixenes. Rowe.
[40] give him] give you Hanmer
(Warburton).
[41] behind] beyond Heath conj.
gest] F1 F2. guest F3 F4. just
Theobald conj. geste Hanmer. list
Heath conj.
[42] good deed,] (good-deed) F1.
(good-heed) F2. (good heed) F3 F4.
See note (i).
[44] lady she] lady should Collier
(Egerton and Collier MSS.). lady-she
Staunton.
[50] 'Verily''s] Staunton and Grant
White. Verely 'is F1 F2. verily is
F3 F4.
[65, 66] Was ... two?] As in Ff. In
one line. Hanmer.
[70] nor dream'd] F1. no nor
dream'd F2 F3 F4. neither dream'd
Spedding conj.
[77] to's] to us Capell.
[80] Grace] Oh! Grace Hanmer.
God's grace S. Walker conj.
boot] both Heath conj.
[81] lest] F4. least F1 F2 F3.
[88] dearest] dear'st S. Walker
conj.
never] ne'er Pope.
[90] was't] 'twas Steevens (1778).
was it Mason conj.
[91] cram's ... make's] cram us ...
make us Capell.
[96] heat an acre. But to the
goal;—] heat an Acre. But to th'
Goale: Ff. (Goal F3 F4). heat an acre,
but to th' goal. Warburton. clear an
acre. But to the good: Collier (Collier
MS.).
[100] spoke] F1 F2. spake F3 F4.
purpose:] Capell. purpose? Ff.
[104] And clap] F2} F3 F4. A clap
F1. And clepe Rowe (ed. 2).
[105] 'Tis] Ff. This is Hanmer.
It is Capell.
[106] I have] I've Pope.
[108] [Giving her hand to Pol. Capell.
[Aside.] Rowe.
[112] derive] F1. derives F2 F3 F4.
[113] bounty, fertile bosom] bounty's
fertile bosom Hanmer. bounty:—fertile
become Jackson conj.
[114] well] F1. we'l F2 F4. wee'l
F3.
become] becomes Rowe (ed. 2).
't may] it may Steevens.
[117] looking-glass] glass S. Walker
conj.
[119] Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe
(ed. 2).
[121] hast] Capell. has't Ff.
[122] They ... captain,] As two lines
in Capell, ending mine ... captain.
it is] it's Warburton. 't's
Anon. conj.
[Wipes the boy's face, Hanmer.
[Pulling the boy to him and
wiping him. Capell.
[123] but] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
[124] heifer] heycfer F1 F2.
[125] [Observing Polixenes and
Hermione. Rowe.
[128] pash] bush Becket conj.
[129] full like] full, like Ff.
[132] o'er-dyed] o're-dy'd F1 F2 F3.
o're di'd F4. our dead Collier (Collier
MS.), oft dyed Staunton conj.
wind] winds Rowe (ed. 2).
[134] bourn] Capell. bourne Rowe.
borne F1 F2. born F3 F4.
[135] were] is Hanmer.
[136] welkin eye] welking eye Rowe
(ed. 2). welkin-eye Theobald.
[137] dam?—] dam? Rowe. dam, Ff.
[137, 138] may't be?—Affection, ...
centre] Steevens. may't be? Affection,
thy intention stabs to the center Capell.
may't be Affection? ... centre Ff. may't
be—Imagination! thou dost stab to th'
center Rowe.
[138-146] Affection ... brows.]
Erased in Collier MS.
[139] not so] F1. not be so F2 F3 F4.
not to be so Hanmer.
held,] held? Staunton.
[140, 141] dreams;—how ... be?—With
... unreal] Rann (Theobald conj.).
dreames (how ... be?) With ... unreal:
F1 F2. dreams (how ... be?) With ... unreal,
F3 F4. dreams—how ... be With
... unreal? Pope. dreams?—how! can
this be?—With ... unreal Staunton.
[142] fellow'st] follow'st Rowe (ed.
2).
nothing] nothings Hanmer.
[147, 148] How, my lord! What ...
brother?] Rann (Steevens). How? my
lord? Leo. What ... brother? Ff. How?
my lord? Leo. What ... my best brother?
Rowe. How? my lord? What
... my best brother? Hanmer. Now,
my lord? What ... brother? Capell.
How is't, my lord? What ... brother?
Long MS. How now, my lord? Leo.
What ... brother? Singer MS. Ho, my
lord! What ... brother? Dyce conj.
[148-150] What ... lord?] S. Walker
arranges as three lines, ending with
you, ... brow ... lord?
[148] is't] is it Rowe (ed. 2).
best] my best Rowe (ed. 2).
[150] Are you] Are not you Theobald.
Are you not Hanmer.
earnest.] earnest, no.— Capell.
[151] [Aside. Capell.
[151, 152] its ... Its] it's ... It's F1 F2.
its ... It's F3 F4.
[154] methoughts] F4. me thoughts
F1 F2 F3. my thoughts Collier (Egerton
MS.), methought Staunton. See
note (ii).
recoil] F4. requoyle F1 F2.
recoyl F3. recall Grey conj.
[157] its] it's Ff.
[158] ornaments ... do] Rowe. ornaments ... do's
Ff (does F4). ornament ...
does Capell.
do] Rowe. do's F1 F2 F3. does
F4.
[161] eggs] ayes Becket conj.
[162] my lord] om. Hanmer.
[163] will!] Rowe. will: Ff.
be's] be his Capell.
[170] childness] childishness Pope.
[171] would] F1. should F2 F3 F4.
thick] think F4.
[177] would] will Theobald.
[180] [Aside] Aside, observing Her.
Rowe (after line 182).
[183] neb] nib Rowe (ed. 2).
[185] [Exeunt....] Rowe.
[194] in's] in his Capell
[202-206] and 'tis ... baggage.] Put
in the margin as spurious by Hanmer.
[202, 203] powerful, think it, From ... south:]
Capell. powrefull: thinke
it: From ... south, Ff.
[203-206] From east ... baggage.]
Omitted by Warburton.
[204] know't] know it Capell (corrected
in MS.).
[206] many ... on's] F1 F2 F3. many
a ... one's F4. many a ... of's Rowe.
[208, 209] Why ... there?] S. Walker
arranges as one line.
[208] they] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[209] What.] What? is Hanmer.
[211] Mamillius] Mamillus Rowe
(ed. 2).
[Exit M.] Rowe.
[212] Scene III. Pope.
[213] his anchor] the anchor Hanmer.
[215] petitions; made] petitions
made; Pope.
[217] [Aside] Hanmer.
whispering, rounding] whisp'ring
round Hanmer.
[218] is a so-forth] is a—so forth
Rann (Mason conj.). is—and so forth
Malone conj. is a sea-froth Jackson
conj.
[224] is soaking] in soaking Grey
conj.
[230, 231] Leon. Ha! Cam. Stays
here longer. Leon. Ay] Leo. Ha?
stays here, longer. Ay Hanmer. Leo.
Ha? Cam. Bohemia stays here longer.
Leo. Ay Capell.
[233] Satisfy!] Satisfie? Ff. Satisfie
Theobald.
[235] I have] I've Pope.
[236] nearest things to] Ff. things
nearest Pope, nearest things to S.
Walker conj.
as well] with all Hanmer.
as well as Capell conj.
[241] my lord!] Hanmer. (my
Lord.) Ff. my lord. Pope. my lord—
Theobald.
[244] hoxes] Ff. hockles Hanmer.
[253] Among] F1. Amongst F2 F3 F4.
doings] F1. doing F2 F3 F4.
[254] forth. In] Theobald. forth
in Ff.
my lord,] Theobald. (my
Lord.) Ff. my Lord. Rowe.
[256] industriously] injuriously
Hanmer.
[261] non-performance] Ff. now-performance
Heath conj.
[266] its] it's Ff.
[267] Ha'] Ff. Have Capell.
[272] think] think it Theobald.
think 't Hanmer. See note (iii).
[273] wilt] Ff. wilt, Rowe.
[276] hobby-horse] Rowe (ed. 2).
holy-horse Ff. hoby-horse Capell.
[277] puts to] buts tow Jackson conj.
[285] meeting] F4 meating F1 F2
F3. meting Thirlby conj.
[290] noon] F1. the noon F2 F3 F4.
noon-day or high noon Anon. conj.
eyes] eyes else S. Walker conj.
[304] wife's] Rowe. wives Ff.
[307] her medal] Rowe. her medull
F1 F2 F3. her medul F4. his medal
Theobald. a medal Collier MS.
[309] bare] Theobald. bear Ff.
[312] ay] Capell. I Ff.
[316] gall'd] Ff. galled Steevens.
gull'd Rann.
mightst] F1. thou mightst F2
F3 F4.
[318] Sir] Sure Collier (Collier MS.).
[321] Maliciously like] Maliciously,
like F4. Maliciously, like a Rowe.
Like a malicious Hanmer.
[323] So ... honourable.] So sovereignly
(being honourable) Malone conj.
[323-325] So ... unsettled] S. Walker
arranges as three lines, ending lov'd
thee ... think ... unsettled. End 323 I
have Spedding conj.
[324] I have loved thee,— Leon.
Make that ... rot!] I haue lou'd thee,
Leo. Make that ... rot: F1. I have lov'd
thee. Leo. Make that ... rot: F2 F3 F4.
Leo. I've lov'd thee.—Make 't ... rot:
Theobald. So lov'd. Leo. Make that
... rot: Hanmer. Leo. I've lov'd thee.
Mark this question, and go do't Heath
conj. Leo. Make that thy question,
and go rot! I have lov'd thee. Capell
(Tyrwhitt conj.). Leo. Have I lov'd
thee? Make that ... rot. Long MS.
[326, 327] vexation; sully The]
vexation? sully The Theobald, vexation?
Sully the Ff.
[329] thorns ... tails] and thorns ...
and tails Hanmer.
nettles] nettles, pismires Anon.
conj.
wasps;] wasps? or would I
Capell.
[332] to't? ... this?] to't ... this? Hanmer.
[333] man] any man Long MS.
[337] for sealing] forsealing Anon.
conj.
[341] blemish to her] blemish t' her
S. Walker conj. reading lines 341,
342 as one line.
[364] Re-enter P.] Enter P. Ff.
Scene IV. Pope.
[365] My] Me F2.
[366] Hail] Hoyle F2.
[376] my lord] om. Hanmer.
[377] do not] dare not Hanmer. om.
Long MS.
Do you ... dare not? ... me:] do
you ... dare not? ... me, Ff. You do ...
dare not ... me: Hanmer. Do you ...
dare not ... me? Capell.
[379] you do] F1 F2. do you F3 F4.
[384] with't] with it Rowe (ed. 2).
[389] I have] F1 F4. I F2 F3. I've
Pope.
[391] are certainly a] Ff. are, certain,
Capell.
thereto] om. Pope.
[392] Clerk-like] Ff. Clerk-like,
Capell.
experienced] experienc'd F1.
expedienc'd F2 F3 F4.
[404] toward] towards Rowe (ed. 2).
[405] to be] Ff. it be Theobald.
[406] I will] I'll Pope.
[410] utter it] utter't S. Walker
conj.
me] I Collier MS.
[412] I am appointed him] F1 I
appointed him F2 F3 F4. I am appointed
Rowe. I am appointed, sir Hanmer.
I am appointed by him Long
MS. I appointed am Anon. MS.
apud Halliwell.
[416] To vice] To 'ntice Heath conj.
[422, 424] shunn'd ... read] fear'd ... read
of Anon. MS. apud Halliwell.
[424] his thought] this though Theobald.
this thought Id. conj.
over] over! Jackson conj.
[432] I am] I'm Pope.
[433] 'tis] it is S. Walker conj.,
reading lines 431-433 as four lines,
ending body ... sure ... question ... born.
[444] by] by't Hanmer.
[445, 446] mouth, thereon His]
Capell. mouth; Thereon his Ff. mouth,
His Hanmer. mouth, and thereon His
S. Walker conj.
[448] places] paces Malone conj.
[451] jealousy] jealousy of his S.
Walker conj.
[458] and] Heav'n Hanmer. God
Singer conj.
[458, 459] comfort ... theme] consort
... throne Jackson conj. See note (iv).
[459] queen,] queen's; Warburton.
theme] theame F1 F2. theam
F3 F4. dream Collier (Collier MS.).
[465] hour. Come] hour. Pol. Come
Long MS.
ACT II.
Enter Hermione,
Mamillius,
and Ladies.
Her. Take the boy to you: he so troubles me,
'Tis past enduring.
First Lady. Come, my gracious lord,
Shall I be your play-fellow?
Mam. No, I 'll none of you.
First Lady. Why, my sweet lord?
5
Mam. You'll kiss me hard, and speak to me as if
I were a baby still. I
love you better.
Mam. Not for because
Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
[338]
10
Or a half-moon made with a pen.
Sec. Lady. Who taught you this?
Mam. I learn d it out of women's faces. Pray now
What colour
are your eyebrows?
First Lady. Blue, my lord.
Mam. Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
15
First Lady. Hark ye;
The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall
Present our services to a fine new prince
One of these days; and then
you'ld wanton with us,
If we would have you.
Sec. Lady. She is spread of late
20
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
Her. What wisdom stirs amongst you? Come, sir, now
I am for you again: pray you, sit by us,
And tell's a tale.
Her. As merry as you will.
25
Of sprites and goblins.
Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
To fright me with your
sprites; you're powerful at it.
Her. Nay, come, sit down; then on.
30
Mam. Dwelt by a churchyard: I will tell it softly;
Yond crickets shall not hear it.
Leon. Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him?
35
Saw I men scour so on their way: I eyed them
Leon. How blest am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed
In being so blest! There may be in the cup
40
And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
45
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.
Camillo was his help in this, his pander:
There is a plot against my life, my crown;
All's true that is mistrusted: that false villain
Whom I employ'd was pre-employ'd by him:
50
He
has discover'd my design, and I
Remain a
pinch'd thing; yea, a very trick
For them to play at will. How came the posterns
So easily open?
First Lord. By his great authority;
55
Give me the boy:
I am glad you did not nurse him:
Though he does bear some signs of me, yet you
[340]
Have too much blood in him.
Her. What is this? sport?
Leon. Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;
60
Away with him! and let her sport herself
Has made thee swell thus.
And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying,
Howe'er you lean to the nayward.
Leon. You, my lords,
65
Look on her, mark her well; be but about
To say 'she is a goodly lady,' and
The justice of your hearts will thereto add
Praise her but for this her without-door form,
70
Which on my faith deserves high speech, and straight
The shrug, the hum or ha, these petty brands
That calumny doth use; O, I am out,
Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums and ha's,
75
When you have said 'she's goodly,' come between
Ere you can say 'she's honest:'
but be't known,
From him that has most cause to grieve it should be,
She's an adulteress.
Her. Should a villain say so,
The most replenish'd villain in the world,
80
He were as much more villain: you, my lord,
Do but mistake.
Leon. You have mistook, my lady,
Polixenes for Leontes: O thou thing!
Which I 'll not call a creature of thy place,
Lest barbarism, making me the precedent,
[341]
85
Should a like language use to all degrees
And mannerly distinguishment leave out
Betwixt the prince and beggar: I have said
She's an adulteress; I have said with whom:
More, she's a traitor and Camillo is
90
To this their late escape.
95
Her. No, by my life,
Privy to none of this. How will this grieve you,
When you shall come to clearer knowledge, that
You thus have publish'd me! Gentle my lord,
You scarce can right me throughly
then to say
You did mistake.
100
In those foundations which I build upon,
The centre is not big enough to bear
A school-boy's top. Away with
her, to prison!
But that he speaks.
105
Her. There's some ill planet reigns:
I must be patient till the heavens look
I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
[342]
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew
110
Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have
That honourable grief lodged here which burns
Worse than tears drown: beseech you all, my lords,
With thoughts so qualified as your charities
Shall best instruct you, measure me; and so
The king's will be perform'd!
Her. Who is't that goes with me? Beseech your highness,
My women may be with me; for you see
My plight requires it. Do not weep, good fools;
There is no cause: when you shall know your mistress
120
Has deserved prison, then abound in tears
As I come out: this action I now go on
Is for my better grace. Adieu, my lord:
I never wish'd to see you sorry; now
I trust I shall. My women, come;
you have leave.
125
Leon. Go, do our bidding; hence!
[
Exit Queen, guarded; with Ladies.
First Lord. Beseech your highness, call the queen again.
Ant. Be certain what you do, sir,
lest your justice
Prove violence; in the which three great ones suffer,
Yourself, your queen, your son.
First Lord. For her, my lord,
130
I dare my life lay down and will do't, sir,
Please you to accept it, that the queen is spotless
I' the eyes of heaven and to you; I mean,
In this which you accuse her.
Ant. I fit prove
135
I lodge my wife; I'll go in couples with her;
[343]
For every inch of woman in the world,
Ay, every dram of woman's flesh is false,
If she be.
First Lord. Good my lord,—
140
Ant. It is for you we speak, not for ourselves:
That will be damn'd for't; would I knew the villain,
I have three daughters; the eldest is eleven;
145
If this prove true, they'll pay for't: by mine honour,
I'll geld
'em all; fourteen they shall not see,
To bring false generations: they are co-heirs;
And I had rather
glib myself than they
Should not produce fair issue.
150
Leon. Cease; no more.
You smell this business with a sense as cold
As is a dead man's nose:
but I do see't and feel't,
As you feel doing thus; and see
withal
Ant. I fit be so,
155
We need no grave to bury honesty:
There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten
Of the whole dungy earth.
Leon. What! lack I credit?
First Lord. I had rather you did lack than I, my lord,
[344]
Upon this ground; and more it would content me
160
To have
her honour true than your suspicion,
Be blamed for't how you might.
Leon. Why, what need we
Commune with you
of this,
but rather follow
Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative
Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness
165
Imparts this; which if you, or stupified
Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not
Relish
a truth like us, inform yourselves
We need no more of your advice: the matter,
Properly ours.
170
Ant. And I wish, my liege,
You had only in your silent judgement tried it,
Without more overture.
Leon. How could that be?
Either thou art most ignorant by age,
Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight,
175
Added to their familiarity,
Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture,
That
lack'd sight only, nought for approbation
But only seeing, all other circumstances
Made up to the deed,—doth push on this proceeding:
180
Yet, for a greater confirmation,
For in an act of this importance 'twere
Most piteous to be wild,
I have dispatch'd in post
To sacred Delphos, to Apollo's temple,
185
Of stuff'd sufficiency: now from the oracle
They will bring all; whose spiritual counsel had,
Shall stop or spur
me. Have I done well?
[345]
First Lord. Well done, my lord.
Leon. Though I am satisfied and need no more
190
Than what I know, yet shall the oracle
Give rest to the minds of others, such as he
Whose ignorant credulity will not
Come up to the truth. So
have we thought it good
From our free person she should be confined,
195
Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence
Be left her to perform. Come, follow us;
We are to speak in public; for this business
Will raise us all.
Ant. [Aside] To laughter, as I take it,
If the good truth were known. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene I. A room....] The Palace.
Theobald. The Scene continues. Pope.
Enter....] Enter Hermione,
Mamillius, Ladies: Leontes, Antigonus,
Lords. Ff. (Lord. F2 F3 F4).
[6,7] love ... lord?] As one line
by S. Walker.
[7] my lord] pray, my lord Hanmer
my good lord Steevens.
[10] semicircle] cemicircle F1
[11] Or] Like Hanmer.
taught you this] Rowe. taught
this F1. taught this F2 F3 F4.
[13] are] F1. be F2 F3 F4.
[18] you'ld] F3. you'ld F1 F2.
you'l F4. you'll Rowe.
[23] shall't] shall it Steevens.
[25, 26] for winter ... goblins] As one
line in Hanmer.
I have ... goblins] Arranged
as by Dyce; as one line in Ff.
[26] good sir] sir Steevens.
[26, 28] sprites] Capell. sprights Ff.
[31] Yond] Ff. Yon' Capell.
[31, 32] Come ... ear] Arranged as
in Capell; as one line in Ff.
[32] give't] give it Hanmer.
[32] Enter....] Capell. Enter L.,
A., and Lords. Rowe. om. F1. Enter
L. F2 F3 F4.
[33] Scene II. Pope.
[34] First Lord] Capell (and
throughout the Scene). Lord. Ff.
[36] Even] On even Hanmer.]
blest] blessed then Steevens conj.
[40] drink, depart] drink; depart
Ff. drink a part Collier MS. deep
o't Staunton conj. drain if deep Jervis
conj.
[50] has] hath Rowe.
[51] pinch'd] perch'd Jackson conj.
[54] often hath no less prevail'd
than so] hath prevailed oftentimes no
less Than so Hanmer.
[55] command] commandement S.
Walker conj.
too well.] too well, too well.
Anon. conj.
[56] I am] I'm Pope.
[61] [Some bear off Mamillius. Capell.
[62] But I'ld] F4. But Il'd F1 F2
F3. I'd but Hanmer.
[68] honest, honourable] honest: honourable
Ff. honest-honourable S.
Walker conj.
[73] does] do's Ff. doth Hanmer.
sear] fear Rowe (ed. 2).
[76] be't] Ff. be it Steevens. it
be Id. (1793), corrected in MS.
[84] Lest] Least Ff.
[90] federary] feodary Collier (ed.
2. Malone conj.).
and one] one Hanmer. ay, and
one S. Walker conj.
[91] shame]be asham'd Hanmer.
herself] herself with none Anon.
conj.
[92] But ... principal] omitted by
Capell.
vile] Pope. vild Ff.
[92, 93] she's A bed-swerver] she Is
a bed-swerver S. Walker conj. ending
lines 90-93 at one ... herself ... she.
[93] bed-swerver] bed-swarver Ff.
even] e'en S. Walker conj.
[94] That vulgars] That vulgar
Rowe. The vulgar Hanmer.
bold'st] bold Steevens (1793).
[99] then to] than to Rowe (ed. 1).
[100] No] No, no Steevens (1793).
I mistake] I do mistake Hanmer.
[103] her, to] Ff. her to Pope.
[104] her is] her's S. Walker conj.
afar off] F4. a farre-off F1
F2. afar-off F3. far off Pope. far
of Theobald.
[105] But] In Hanmer.
[107] an aspect more favourable]
aspect of more favour Hanmer.
[115] [To the Guard. Capell.
[124] you have] you've Pope.
[125] Exit....] Theobald, om. Ff.
[127] lest] F3 F4. least F1 F2.
[134] my stables] my stable-stand
Hanmer. my stable Rann. me stables
Collier (Collier MS.), my stabler or
my stablers Edd. conj.
[136] Than] Pope (ed. 2). Then
Ff. See note (v).
farther] F1. further F2 F3 F4.
[141] abused and by] abus'd and by
F1. abus'd by F2 F3 F4. abused by
Rowe.
[143] I would ... him.] And I would—damn
him;— Mitford conj.
[143] land-damn] Land-damne F1.
land-damm Hanmer. laudanum Farmer
conj. lamback Collier (ed. 2)
(Collier MS.), half-damn Heath conj.
live-damn S. Walker conj. landan
or lantam or rantan Halliwell conj.
See note (vi).
[145] nine, and some five] Theobald.
nine: and some fiue F1. nine:
and sonnes five F2 F3. nine: and sons
five F4.
[147] 'em] F3 F4. em F1 F2. them
Capell.
[149] glib] lib Grey conj. unsib
Heath conj.
[152] but I do] I Pope.
[153] [Laying hold of his arm.
Hanmer. Sinking his brows. Johnson.
Striking his brows. Steevens.
[154] The ... so] The instruments of
that you feel. Ant. If so Heath conj.
that] I Hanmer.
[160] her] your Rowe (ed. 2).
[162] of] F1. for F2 F3 F4.
but] not Hanmer.
[167] a truth] as truth Rowe (ed. 1).
[169, 170] on't, is all Properly]
Theobald. on't, Is all properly Ff.
on't, Is properly all Pope. on't are
all Properly Hanmer.
[177] lack'd] lack'd, Staunton.
[182] I have] I haue F1. I've Hanmer.
[184] Cleomenes] Capell. Cleomines
Ff (and throughout).
Dion] F1. Deon F2 F3 F4.
[187] me] me on Hanmer.
[193] have we] F1 F2. we have F3
F4.
[195] Lest] F4. Least F1 F2 F3.
[198] [Aside] Hanmer.
Paul. The keeper of the prison, call to him;
Good lady,
No court in Europe is too good for thee;
What dost thou then in prison?
Re-enter Gentleman, with the Gaoler.
5
Gaol. For a worthy lady
And one who much I honour.
[346]
Conduct me to the queen.
Gaol. I may not, madam:
To the contrary I have express commandment.
Paul. Here's ado,
10
To lock up honesty and honour from
The access of gentle visitors! Is't lawful,
pray you.
To see her women? any of them? Emilia?
To put
apart these your attendants, I
Shall bring Emilia forth.
Gaol. And, madam,
I must be present at
your conference.
Here's such ado to make no stain a stain
As passes colouring.
20
Dear gentlewoman,
How fares
our gracious lady?
Emil. As well as one so great and so forlorn
May hold together: on her frights and griefs,
Which never tender lady hath borne greater,
25
She is something before her time deliver'd.
Emil. A daughter; and a goodly babe,
[347]
Lusty and like to live: the queen receives
Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner,
Paul. I dare be sworn:
30
Becomes a woman best; I'll take't upon me:
And never to my red-look'd anger be
35
The trumpet any more. Pray you, Emilia,
Commend my best obedience to the queen:
If she dares trust me with her little babe,
I'll show't the king and undertake to be
Her advocate to the loud'st. We do not know
40
How he may soften at the sight o' the child:
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades when speaking fails.
Emil. Most worthy madam,
Your honour and your goodness is so evident,
That your free undertaking cannot miss
45
A thriving issue:
there is no lady living
So meet for this great errand. Please your ladyship
To visit the next room, I'll presently
Acquaint the queen of your most noble offer;
50
But durst not tempt a minister of honour,
Lest she should be denied.
I'll use that tongue I have: if wit flow from't
As boldness from my bosom,
let't not be doubted
I shall do good.
Emil. Now be you blest for it!
55
I'll to the queen: please you, come something nearer.
[348]
Gaol. Madam, if't please the queen to send the babe,
I know not what I shall incur to pass it,
Having no warrant.
Paul. You need not fear it, sir:
60
By law and process of great nature thence
Freed and enfranchised; not a party to
The anger of the king nor guilty of,
If any be, the trespass of the queen.
65
Paul. Do not you fear: upon mine honour, I
Will stand
betwixt you and danger.
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene ii.] Scene iii. Pope.
A prison.] Pope. Outer room
of a prison. Capell.
Enter Paulina....] Hanmer. Enter
Paulina, a Gentleman, Gaoler, Emilia.
Ff.
[2] knowledge] the knowledge Rowe.
[2, 6] who] F1. whom F2 F3 F4.
[Exit Gent.] Rowe (after line
1). om. Ff.
[4] Re-enter....] Rowe (after do you
not?), om. Ff.
[7-10] Arranged as in Hanmer.
Here's ... from, as one line in Ff. Capell
ends the lines queen ... contrary ...
ado, ... from.
[11-13] Hanmer ends the lines
lawful ... them? ... madam.
[13] So please] If it so please Hanmer.
[14] apart] a-part F1 F2 F3. a part
F4.
[15] pray now] F1. pray you now
F2 F3 F4.
[16] [Exeunt Gent, and Attendants.]
Exeunt Gent. &c. Theobald.
om. Ff.
[17] your] all your Hanmer, ending
the lines be ... well, well ... prithee.
[18] Well, be't] Well; be it Rowe.
Well, well; Be it Hanmer.
[Exit G.] Exit Kee. Capell.
om. Ff.
[19] Here's] Here is Capell, reading
lines 18-21 as three, ending ado ...
colouring ... lady?
[20] Re-enter....] Re-enter Keeper
with E. Capell. Enter Emilia. F2 F3
F4. om. F1.
[21] our] one F2.
[29] I am] I'm Pope.
[30] unsafe] unsane Collier (Collier
MS.).
lunes] lures Becket conj.
i' the] i' th' Ff. o' the Steevens.
[31] On't] of it Pope.
he shall] shall Rowe.
[33] honey-mouth'd] honey-mouth
Warburton.
[45] there is] there's Hanmer.
[49] hammer'd of] hammered of
Ff. hammer'd on Hanmer.
[51] Lest] Rowe. Least Ff.
[53] let't] F3 F4. le't F1 F2. let it
Steevens.
[59] This child] The child Rowe.
[64-66] As two lines in Capell,
ending upon ... danger.
[66] betwixt] 'twixt Pope.
Enter Leontes,
Antigonus, Lords,
and Servants.
Leon. Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness
The cause were not in
being,—part o' the cause,
She the adulteress; for the harlot king
5
Is quite beyond mine
arm, out of the blank
And level of my brain, plot-proof; but she
I can hook to me: say that she were gone,
Given to the fire, a moiety of my rest
Might come to me again. Who's there?
10
'Tis hoped his sickness is discharged.
Leon. To see his nobleness!
[349]
Conceiving the dishonour of his mother,
15
Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on't in himself,
Threw off his spirit, his appetite, his sleep,
And downright languish'd. Leave me solely: go,
See how he fares.
[Exit Serv.] Fie, fie! no thought of him:
The very thought of my revenges that way
20
Recoil upon me: in himself too mighty,
Until a time may serve: for present vengeance,
Take it on her. Camillo and Polixenes
Laugh at me, make their pastime at my sorrow:
25
They should not laugh if I could reach them, nor
Paul. Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me:
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul,
More free than he is jealous.
Sec. Serv. Madam, he hath not slept to-night; commanded
None should come at him.
Paul. Not so hot, good sir:
I come to bring him sleep. 'Tis such as you,
That creep like shadows by him and do sigh
[350]
35
At each his needless heavings, such as you
Nourish the cause of his awaking: I
Honest as either, to purge him of that humour
That presses him from sleep.
Leon. What noise there, ho?
40
Paul. No noise, my lord; but needful conference
About some gossips for your highness.
Leon. How!
Away with that audacious lady! Antigonus,
I charged thee that she should not come about me:
I knew she would.
Ant. I told her so, my lord,
45
On your displeasure's peril and on mine,
She should not visit you.
Leon. What, canst not rule her?
Paul. From all dishonesty he can: in this,
Unless he take the course that you have done,
Commit me for committing honour,
trust it,
He shall not rule me.
50
When she will take the
rein I let her run;
But she'll not stumble.
Paul. Good my liege, I come;
Myself your loyal servant, your physician,
55
Your most obedient counsellor, yet that dares
Less appear so in comforting your evils,
Than such as most
seem yours: I say, I come
From your good queen.
Paul. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes
First hand me: on mine own accord I'll off;
But first I'll do my errand. The good queen,
65
For she is good, hath brought you forth a daughter;
Here 'tis; commends it to your blessing.
Leon. Out!
A mankind witch! Hence with her, out o' door:
A most intelligencing bawd!
Paul. Not so:
I am as ignorant in that as you
70
In so entitling me, and no less honest
Than you are mad; which is enough, I 'll warrant,
As this world goes, to pass for honest.
Will you not push her out? Give her the bastard.
75
By
thy dame Partlet here. Take up the bastard;
Paul. For ever
Unvenerable be thy hands, if thou
Takest up the princess by that
forced baseness
Which he has put upon't!
Leon. He dreads his wife.
80
Paul. So I would you did; then 'twere past all doubt
You'ld call your children yours.
Leon. A nest of traitors!
Ant. I am none, by this good light.
Paul. Nor I; nor any
[352]
But one that's here, and that's himself; for he
The sacred honour of himself, his queen's,
85
His hopeful son's,
his babe's, betrays to slander,
Whose sting is sharper than the sword's; and will not,—
For, as the case now stands, it is a curse
He cannot be compell'd to't,—once remove
The root of his opinion, which is rotten
As ever oak or stone was
sound.
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Leon. A callat
Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband
And now baits me! This brat is none of mine;
It is the issue of Polixenes:
Hence with it, and together with the dam
95
Paul. It is yours;
And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge,
So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords,
Although the print be little, the whole matter
And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip;
100
The trick of's frown; his forehead; nay, the
valley,
The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger:
And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it
So like to him that got it, if thou hast
105
The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours
No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does,
Her children not her husband's!
Leon. A gross hag!
And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hang'd,
That wilt not stay her tongue.
Ant. Hang all the husbands
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Hardly one subject.
Leon. Once more, take her hence.
[353]
Paul. A most unworthy and unnatural lord
Can do no more.
Paul. I care not:
It is an heretic that makes the fire,
115
Not she which burns in't. I'll not call you tyrant;
But this most cruel usage of your queen—
Not able to produce more accusation
Than your own weak-hinged fancy—
something savours
Of tyranny and will ignoble make you,
120
Leon. On your allegiance,
Out of the chamber with her! Were I a tyrant,
Where were her life? she durst not call me so,
If she did know me one. Away with her!
Paul. I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone.
125
Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours:
Jove send
herYou, that are thus so tender o'er his follies,
Will never do him good, not one of you.
So, so: farewell; we are gone. [Exit.
130
Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.
A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence
And see it instantly consumed with fire;
Even thou and none but thou. Take it up straight:
135
Within this hour bring me word 'tis done,
And by good testimony, or I'll seize thy life,
And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so;
The bastard brains with these my proper hands
140
Shall I dash out. Go, take it to the fire;
[354]
Ant. I did not, sir:
Can clear me in't.
He is not guilty of her coming hither.
145
Leon. You're liars all.
First Lord. Beseech your highness, give us better credit:
So to esteem of us: and on our knees we beg,
150
Past and to come, that you do change this purpose,
Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Leon. I am a
feather for each wind that blows:
Shall I live on to see this bastard kneel
155
And call me father? better burn it now
Than curse it then. But be it; let it live.
It shall not neither. You, sir, come you
hither;You that have been so tenderly officious
With Lady Margery, your
midwife there,
To save this bastard's life,—for 'tis a bastard,
So sure as
this beard's grey,—what will you adventure
To save this brat's life?
Ant. Any thing, my lord,
That my ability may undergo,
And nobleness impose:
at least thus much:
I'll pawn the little blood which I have left
Leon. It shall be possible. Swear by this sword
Thou wilt perform my bidding.
Leon. Mark and perform it: seest thou? for the fail
170
Of any point in't shall not only be
Whom for this time we pardon. We enjoin thee,
As thou art liege-man to us, that thou carry
This female bastard hence and that thou bear it
175
To some remote and desert place quite out
Of our dominions, and that there thou leave it,
Without
more mercy, to
its own protection
And favour of the climate. As by strange fortune
It came to us, I do in justice charge thee,
180
On thy soul's peril and thy body's torture,
Where
chance may nurse or end it. Take it up.
Ant. I swear to do this, though a present death
Had been more merciful. Come on, poor babe:
185
Some powerful spirit instruct the kites and ravens
To be thy nurses! Wolves and bears, they say,
Casting their savageness aside have done
Like offices of pity. Sir, be prosperous
In more than this deed does
require! And blessing
Against
this cruelty fight on thy side,
Serv. Please your highness, posts
From those you sent to the oracle are come
An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion,
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Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to the court.
Leon. Twenty three days
The great Apollo suddenly will have
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The truth of this appear. Prepare you, lords;
Summon a session, that we may arraign
Our most disloyal lady; for, as she hath
Been publicly accused, so shall she have
A just and open trial. While she lives
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My heart will be a burthen to me. Leave me,
And think upon my bidding. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene III.] Scene IV. Pope.
A room....] Scene changes to
the Palace. Theobald.
Enter ... and Servants] Enter Leontes,
Servants, Paulina, Antigonus and
Lords. Ff.
[2] weakness. If] Collier. weaknesse, if Ff.
[3] being,—] being: Ff.
[5] arm] aim Field conj.
[9] First Atten. [advancing] Capell.
Ser. Ff. Enrer. F2. Enter. F3 F4. om.
F1.
[10,11] rest to-night; 'Tis hoped his]
rest to night: 'tis hop'd His Ff. rest
To-night tis hop'd his Hanmer.
[14] declined] declin'd upon't Capell.
deeply] most deeply Hanmer.
[18] [Exit....] Theobald.
[20] Recoil] Recoyle F1 F2. Recoyl
F3 F4. Recoils Hanmer.
[21] And in ... be] F1. omitted in
F2 F3 F4.
And] om. Capell.
alliance;] Alliance; F1. alliances,—
Capell conj.
[21, 22] let him be Until] let him
Be 'till Hanmer.
[26] Scene V. Pope.
Enter P. ... child.] Rowe. Enter P. Ff.
First Lord.] Malone. Lord.
Ff.
[30] That's enough.] Marked as
aside by Capell.
[31] Sec. Serv.] Ser. Ff. Atten.
[within. Theobald. 2 A. Capell.
[37] medicinal] med'cinal Capell.
[39] What] F2 F3 F4. Who F1.
[49] trust it] trust me Hanmer.
[50] La you] La-you Ff. Lo-you
Pope.
[51] rein] Rowe. raine F1 F2. rain
F3 F4.
[53] professes] profess Rowe (ed. 2).
[57] seem] seems Pope (ed. 2).
[58, 59] Paul. Good ... say good queen]
As one line in Capell.
[59] I say good queen] As one line
in Ff.
[60] her] it Heath conj.
good, so] Theobald, good so,
Ff. good, Rowe (ed. 2).
[61] the worst] on th' worst Hanmer
(Warburton).
[66] [Laying....] Rowe. om. Ff.
[73] [To Ant. Rowe.]
[74] thou art] that art Capell.
woman-tired] woman-tyr'd F1
F2 F3. woman-tir'd F4.
[75] thy dame] the dame Rowe (ed. 2).
[76] thy crone] thy croane F1. the
croane F2 F3. the croan F4.
[78] forced] falsed Collier conj.
[85] his babe's] this babe's Capell.
[90] sound] F1. found F2 F3 F4.
[95] them] it Capell conj.
[100] valley] valleys Hanmer.
[101] pretty] om. Hanmer.
of his chin] of's chin Dyce.
his smiles] omitted by Capell.
[109] That] Thou Rowe (ed. 2).
[Aside. Anon. conj.
[113] ha' thee] have thee Steevens.
[118] something] sometimes Rowe.
[120] the world] all the world Pope.
[125] Jove] God Anon. conj.
her] him Heath conj.
[126] better guiding] better-guiding
S. Walker conj.
needs] F1. neede F2. need
F3 F4.
[130] Scene VI. Pope.
[131] with't!] with't? Ff.
thou,] thou, thou Theobald.
[137] what thou else call'st] all
that's Hanmer, ending line 136 at
seize.
[141] set'st] sett'd'st Hanmer.
[142] These lords] The Lords Hanmer.
[143] Lords.] Ff. Lord. Rowe. 1.
L. Capell.
[143, 144] Lords. We can ... hither]
Lords. We can. First Lord. My ...
hither Anon. conj.
[146] First Lord.] 1. L. Capell.
Lord. Ff. Lords. Rowe.
[147] We have] We've Pope.
beseech you] Rowe. beseech'
F1. beseech F2 F3 F4.
[149] services] service Hanmer, ending
line 148 at knees.
[152] we all kneel] Lords. We all
kneel Anon. conj.
[153] feather] F1 F2 F3. father F4.
[157] [To Ant. Rowe.
[159] midwife] Mid-wife Ff. mild
wife Rann (Capell conj.).
[161] this] his Theobald conj. thy
Collier (Egerton MS.).
[164] at least] F1. at last F2 F3 F4.
[166] any thing possible] what's possible
Hanmer.
[171] lewd-tongued] loud-tongued
Anon. conj.
[177] more] F1. much F2 F3 F4.
its] F3 F4. it F1 F2. See note
(vii).
[181] strangely to some] to some
stranger Hanmer.
[182] chance] F1 F2. change F3 F4.
[189-191] require! ... loss!] require;
and ... side (Poor ... losse.) Ff. require;
and ... side! Poor ... loss.— Theobald.
[190] this] his Roderick conj.
[191] [Exit ... child.] Rowe. Exit.
Ff.
rear] F3 F4. reare F1. rare
F2.
[192] [Enter a Servant.] Ff. Enter
a Messenger. Rowe. om. Capell.
Serv.] Ff. Mes. Rowe. 2. A.
Capell.
[196] First Lord.] 1. L. Capell.
Lord. Ff.
[197] account] F4. accompt F1 F2 F3.
[198] 'tis good speed; foretells] this
good speed foretels Pope.
foretells] and foretells or it
foretells Keightley conj.
Scene I. A sea-port in Sicilia.
Cleo. The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,
Fertile the
isle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
[357]
5
Methinks I so should term them, and the reverence
Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly
It was i' the offering!
Cleo. But of all, the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,
10
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense,
That I was nothing.
Dion. If the event o' the journey
Prove as successful to the queen,—O be't so!—
As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,
The
time is worth the use on't.
Cleo. Great Apollo
15
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.
Dion. The violent carriage of it
Will clear or end the business: when the oracle,
Thus by Apollo's great divine seal'd up,
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Shall the contents discover, something rare
Even then will rush to knowledge. Go: fresh horses!
And gracious be the issue! [Exeunt.
Scene II. A court of Justice.
Enter Leontes, Lords,
and Officers.
Even pushes 'gainst our heart: the party tried
The daughter of a king, our wife, and one
[358]
Of us too much beloved. Let us be clear'd
5
Of being tyrannous, since we so openly
Proceed in justice, which shall have due course,
Even to the guilt or the purgation.
Produce the prisoner.
Off. It is his highness' pleasure that the queen
10
Appear in person here in court.
Silence!
Enter Hermione guarded;
Paulina and Ladies
attending.
Leon. Read the indictment.
Sicilia, thou art here accused and arraigned of high treason, in committing
adultery with Polixenes, king of Bohemia, and conspiring
15
with Camillo to take away the life of our sovereign lord the king,
partly laid open, thou, Hermione, contrary to the faith and allegiance
of a true subject, didst counsel and aid them, for their better safety,
to fly away by night.
20
Her. Since what I am to say must be but that
Which contradicts my accusation and
The testimony on my part no other
But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me
To say 'not guilty:' mine integrity
25
Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
Be so received. But thus, if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but innocence shall make
30
Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know,
Who least will seem to do so, my past life
Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true,
As I am now unhappy; which is more
Than history can pattern, though devised
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And play'd to take spectators. For behold me
[359]
A fellow of the royal bed, which
oweA moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter,
The mother to a hopeful prince, here standing
To
prate and talk for life and honour 'fore
Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it
'Tis a derivative from me to mine,
And only that I stand for. I appeal
To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes
45
Came to your court, how I was in your grace,
How merited to be so; since he came,
With what encounter so uncurrent I
The
bound of honour, or in act or will
That way inclining, harden'd be the hearts
Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin
Cry fie upon my grave!
Leon. I ne'er heard yet
That any of
these bolder vices wanted
Less impudence to gainsay what they did
Than to perform it first.
55
Though 'tis a saying, sir, not due to me.
Leon. You will not own it.
Which comes to me in name of fault, I must not
At all acknowledge. For Polixenes,
60
With whom I am accused, I do confess
I loved him as in honour he required,
With such a kind of love as might become
A lady like me, with a love even such,
So and no other, as yourself commanded:
[360]
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Which not to have done I think had been in me
Both disobedience and ingratitude
Even since it could speak, from an infant, freely
That it was yours. Now, for conspiracy,
70
I know not how it tastes; though it be dish'd
For me to try how: all I know of it
Is that Camillo was an honest man;
And why he left your court, the gods themselves,
Wotting no more than I, are ignorant.
75
Leon. You knew of his departure, as you
know
What you have underta'en to do in's absence.
Her. Sir,
You speak a language that I understand not:
My life stands in the level of your dreams,
Which I'll lay down.
80
Leon. Your actions are my dreams;
You had a bastard by Polixenes,
And I but dream'd it. As you were past all shame,—
85
No father owning it,—which is, indeed,
More criminal in thee than it,—so thou
Shalt feel our justice, in whose easiest passage
Look for no less than death.
Her. Sir, spare your threats:
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The bug which you would fright
me with I seek.
To me can life be no commodity:
The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
[361]
But know not how it went. My second joy
95
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence
I am barr'd, like one infectious. My third comfort,
Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,
The innocent milk in
it most innocent mouth,
Haled out to murder: myself on every post
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Proclaimed a
strumpet: with immodest hatred
The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs
To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried
Here to this place, i' the open air, before
I have got strength of
limit. Now, my liege,
Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed.
But yet hear this; mistake me not;
no life,
I prize it not a straw, but for mine honour,
Which I would free, if I shall be condemn'd
110
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
'Tis rigour and not law. Your honours all,
I do refer me to the oracle:
Apollo be my judge!
115
Is altogether just: therefore bring forth,
And in Apollo's name, his oracle.
[Exeunt certain Officers.
Her. The Emperor of Russia was my father:
O that he were alive, and here beholding
His daughter's trial! that he did but see
120
The flatness of my misery, yet with eyes
Of pity, not revenge!
Re-enter Officers,
with Cleomenes and Dion.
Off. You here shall swear upon
this sword of justice,
That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
[362]
Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought
125
This seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd
Of great Apollo's priest and that since then
You have not dared to break the holy seal
Nor read the secrets in't.
Cleo. Dion. All this we swear.
Leon. Break up the seals and read.
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Camillo a true subject; Leontes a jealous tyrant; his innocent babe truly
begotten; and the king shall live without an heir, if that which is lost
be not found.
Lords. Now blessed be the great Apollo!
Leon. Hast thou read truth?
135
Off. Ay, my lord; even so
Leon. There is no
truth at all i' the oracle:
The
sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood.
Serv. My lord the king, the king!
Leon. What is the business?
140
Serv. O sir, I shall be hated to report it!
The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear
Of the queen's speed, is gone.
Leon. Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves
145
Paul. This news is mortal to the queen: look down
And see what death is doing.
Leon. Take her hence:
Her heart is but o'ercharged; she will recover:
[363]
I have too much believed mine own suspicion:
Beseech you, tenderly apply to her
[
Exeunt Paulina and Ladies, with Hermione.Apollo, pardon
My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle!
I'll reconcile me to Polixenes;
New woo my queen; recall the good Camillo,
Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy;
155
For, being transported by my jealousies
To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose
Camillo for the minister to poison
My friend Polixenes: which had been done,
But that the good mind of Camillo tardied
160
My swift command, though I with death and with
Reward did threaten and encourage him,
Not doing it and being done: he, most humane
And fill'd with honour, to my kingly guest
Unclasp'd my practice, quit his fortunes here,
165
Of all incertainties himself commended,
No richer than his honour: how he glisters
Paul. Woe the while!
O, cut my lace,
lest my heart, cracking it,
Break too!
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
[364]
175
Must I receive, whose
every word deserves
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine, O, think what they have done
180
And then run mad indeed, stark mad! for all
Thy by-gone fooleries were
but spices
of it.
That thou betray'dst Polixenes, 'twas nothing;
185
Thou wouldst have poison'd good Camillo's honour,
To have him kill a king; poor trespasses,
More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
To be or none or little; though a devil
190
Would have shed water out of fire ere done't:
Nor is't directly laid to thee, the death
Of the young prince, whose honourable thoughts,
Thoughts high for one so tender, cleft the heart
That could conceive a gross and foolish sire
195
Blemish'd his gracious dam: this is not, no,
Laid to thy answer: but the last,—O lords,
When I have said, cry 'woe!'—the queen, the queen,
Not dropp'd down yet.
First Lord. The higher powers forbid!
200
Paul. I say she's dead, I'll swear't. If word nor oath
Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly or breath within, I'll serve you
[365]
As I would do the gods. But, O thou tyrant!
205
Do not repent these things, for they are
heavier
Than all thy
woes can stir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,
Upon a barren mountain, and still winter
210
In storm perpetual, could not move the gods
To look that way thou wert.
Leon. Go on, go on:
Thou canst not speak too much; I have deserved
All tongues to talk their bitterest.
First Lord. Say no more:
Howe'er the business goes, you have made fault
I' the boldness of your speech.
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Paul. I am sorry for't:
All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
I do repent. Alas!
I have show'd too much
The rashness of a woman: he is touch'd
To the noble heart. What's gone and what's past help
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Should be past grief: do not
receive affliction
Let me be punish'd, that have minded you
Of what you should forget. Now, good my liege,
Sir, royal sir, forgive a foolish woman:
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The love I bore your queen, lo, fool again!
I'll speak of her no more, nor of your children;
I'll not remember you of my own lord,
And I'll say nothing.
Leon. Thou didst speak but well
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When most the truth; which I receive much better
[366]
Than to be pitied of thee. Prithee, bring me
To the dead bodies of my queen and son:
One grave shall be for both; upon them shall
The causes of their death appear, unto
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Our shame perpetual. Once a day I'll visit
The chapel where they lie, and tears shed there
Shall be my recreation: so long as nature
Will bear up with this exercise, so long
I daily vow to use it. Come and lead me
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LINENOTES:
Scene II. A court....] Scene represents
a Court of Justice. Theobald.
Enter...] Enter Leontes, Lords,
Officers: Hermione (as to her Triall),
Ladies: Cleomines, Dion. Ff.
At the upper End, a Throne;
Lords, on either Hand, Judges, and
other Officers, seated; People attending.
Enter Leontes, and train of
Lords, to his Throne. Capell.
[1] sessions] session Theobald.
pronounce] pronounce it Keightley
conj.
[2] Even] Ever Anon. conj.
[10] Silence!] See note (viii).
Enter...] Hermione is brought
in, guarded; Pauline, and Ladies, attending.
Theobald. om. Ff.
[12] Off. [reads]. Capell. Officer.
Ff.
[16] circum stances] F1. circumstance
F2 F3 F4.
[29] accusation] F1. accusations F2
F3 F4.
[31] Who] Rowe. Whom Ff.
[36] owe] owes Steevens (1785).
[39] prate] plead Keightley conj.
[41] grief] See note (ix).
which .. spare:] (which ... spare) Ff.
[47, 48] I Have] have I Hanmer.
I Have strain'd] have I Been
stain'd Johnson conj. I Have stray'd
Collier (Mason conj.).
[49] bound] bounds Rowe.
[53] these] those F4.
[55] That's] That is Rowe.
[57] mistress of] I'm mistress of Hanmer.
misreport or misprision Anon.
conj. A line omitted. Anon. conj.
[58] Which] What Rowe. That Seymour
conj.
[67] toward] F1 F2. towards F3 F4.
friend] F1. friends F2 F3 F4.
[68] Even] Ever Long MS.
[75, 76] know What you] know what
You S. Walker conj., reading lines
75-77 as two lines, ending know
what ... Sir.
[83] fact] pack Johnson conj. sect
Farmer conj. pact Anon. conj.
fact are so,—so past] fact are]
so you're past] Hanmer.
[84] Which to deny] To deny Capell.
[84, 85] for as ... itself] As two
lines in Steevens (1793), ending as ...
itself.
[85] brat hath been] brat's Hanmer,
reading for as ... itself as one line.
like] left Keightley conj.
[90] me] we Capell (corrected in
MS.).
[95] And] The Rowe (ed. 2).
[96] I am] I'm Pope.
[98] it] Ff. its Rowe. See note (vii).
[100] strumpet: ... hatred] strumpet
... hatred; Hanmer.
[104] limit] F1 F2. limbs F3 F4.
limbs. And Hanmer. limb. And
Johnson conj.
[107] no life,] no! life, Hanmer.
my life, Grant White. for life, Keightley
conj.
[114] Scene III. Pope.
[116] [Exeunt....] Capell. om. Ff.
[121] Re-enter....] Re-enter Officers,
with C. and D., bringing in the
Oracle. Capell. Enter Dion and Cleomenes.
F2 F3 F4 (at line 114). om. F1.
[122] this] F1. the F2 F3 F4.
[130] [reads] Capell.
chaste] cast F2.
[135, 136] Ay ... down] Arranged as
in Capell; as one line in Ff.
[136] it is] om. Hanmer.
[137] truth] the truth Hanmer. true
Jervis conj.
[138] sessions] session Theobald.
Enter Servant.] Rowe. om. Ff.
Enter a Gentleman, hastily. Capell.
[144] H. faints.] Rowe.
How now there!] How now
there? Ff. How now? there!Johnson.
[148] Scene IV. Pope.
[150] [Exeunt....] Malone. Exeunt....
Rowe (after line 148). om. Ff.
[165] great] to be great Anon. conj.
hazard] F1. certain hazard
F2 F3 F4. fearful hazard Rann conj.
doubtful hazard Malone conj. hazarding
Anon. conj.
[168] Thorough my] Malone. Through
my F1. Through my dark F2 F3 F4.
[169] Scene V. Pope.
Re-enter P.] Re-enter P.,
hastily. Capell. Enter P. Rowe. om.
Ff.
[170] lest] F3 F4. least F1 F2.
[171, 193, 213] First Lord.] 1. L.
Capell. Lord. Ff.
[173] racks? fires?] what racks?
what fires? Keightley conj.
flaying? boiling?] F1. flaying?]
boyling? burning, F2 F3 F4. flaying,
rather! boiling Capell. flaying,
burning, boiling Collier MS.
[174] leads or oils] lead or oil S.
Walker conj.
newer] F1. new F2 F3 F4.
[175] every] F1. very F2 F3 F4.
[181] but] om. Theobald.
of] F1. for F2 F3 F4.
[183] thee, of a fool,] Ff. thee of a
soul Theobald. thee off, a fool, Warburton.
[184] damnable] damnably Long MS.
ingrateful] ungrateful Rann.
[188] to crows] of crows F4.
thy] F1. the F2 F3 F4.
[198] sweet'st, dear'st] sweetest Hanmer.
[205] Do] F1. Dot F2. Dost F3 F4.
[205, 206] Do ... stir:] Dost ... stir?
Pope.
[206] woes] vows Hanmer.
[217] I have] I've Pope.
[220] receive] revive Staunton conj.
[221] my petition] my relation
Singer conj. repetition Collier (Collier
MS.).
petition; ... you,] F1. petition
... you, F2 F3 F4. petition,... you;
Rowe.
[228] Who is] Who's S. Walker conj.
take your] take you your Rowe
(ed. 2).
[228, 229] to you, And I'll] to you,
and I will S. Walker conj. to you,
sir, And I'll Keightley conj.
[238-240] Will ... sorrows] Johnson
ends these lines at exercise ... come, ...
sorrows.
[240] To] Unto S. Walker conj.
sorrows] my sorrows Hanmer.
Ant. Thou art perfect, then, our ship hath touch'd upon
The deserts of Bohemia?
We have landed in ill time: the skies look grimly
And threaten present blusters. In my conscience,
5
The heavens with that we have in hand are angry
Ant. Their sacred wills be done!
Go, get aboard;
Look to thy bark: I'll not be long before
10
Mar. Make your best haste, and go not
Too far i' the land: 'tis like to be loud weather;
Besides, this place is famous for the creatures
Of prey that keep upon't.
Ant. Go thou away:
[367]
I'll follow instantly.
To be so rid o' the business. [Exit.
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Ant. Come, poor babe:
I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' the dead
May walk again: if such thing be, thy mother
Appear'd to me last night, for ne'er was dream
So like
a waking. To me comes a creature,
I never saw a vessel of like sorrow,
So fill'd and so
becoming: in pure white robes,
Like very sanctity, she did approach
My cabin where I lay; thrice bow'd before me,
25
And gasping to begin some speech, her eyes
Became two spouts: the fury spent, anon
Did this break from her: 'Good Antigonus,
Since fate, against thy better disposition,
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Of my poor babe, according to thine oath,
Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
There
weep and leave it crying; and, for the babe
Is counted lost for ever, Perdita,
I prithee, call't. For this ungentle business,
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Put on thee by my lord, thou ne'er shalt see
Thy wife Paulina more.' And so, with shrieks,
She melted into air. Affrighted much,
I did in time collect myself, and thought
This was
so and no slumber. Dreams are toys:
Yet for this once, yea, superstitiously,
I will be squared by this. I do believe
Hermione hath suffer'd death; and that
Apollo would, this being indeed the issue
[368]
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Either for life or death, upon the earth
Of
its right father. Blossom, speed thee
well!
There lie, and there thy character: there
these;
And still rest thine. The storm begins: poor wretch,
50
That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed
To loss and what may follow! Weep I cannot,
But my heart bleeds; and most accursed am I
To be by oath enjoin'd to this. Farewell!
The day frowns more and more:
thou'rt like to have
A lullaby too rough: I never saw
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamour!
Well may I get aboard! This is the chase:
I am gone for ever. [Exit, pursued by a bear.
Shep. I would there were no age between
ten and three-and-twenty,
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or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there
is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child,
wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting—Hark you now!
Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty
hunt this weather? They have
scared away
two of my best sheep, which I fear the wolf will sooner find
than the master: if any where I have them, 'tis by the sea-side,
have we
here? Mercy on's, a barne; a very pretty barne!
A
boy or a
child, I wonder? A pretty one; a very pretty
one: sure, some scape: though I am not bookish, yet I
can read waiting-gentlewoman in the scape. This has
been some stair-work, some trunk-work, some behind-door-work:
[369]
they were warmer that got this than the poor thing
is here. I'll take it up for pity: yet I'll tarry till my son
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come; he
hallooed but even now. Whoa, ho, hoa!
Shep. What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to
talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What
ailest thou, man?
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Clo. I have seen two such sights, by sea and by land!
but I am not to say it is a sea, for it is now the sky: betwixt
the firmament and it you cannot thrust a bodkin's point.
Shep. Why, boy, how is it?
Clo. I would you did but see how it chafes, how it rages,
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how it
takes up the shore! but that's not to the point. O,
the most piteous cry of the poor souls! sometimes to see 'em,
and not to see 'em; now the ship boring the moon with her
main-mast, and anon swallowed with yest and froth, as
you'ld thrust a cork into a hogshead. And then
for theland-service, to see how the bear tore out his shoulder-bone;
how he cried to me for help and said his name was Antigonus,
a nobleman. But to make an end of the ship, to see how
the sea flap-dragoned it: but, first, how the poor souls
roared, and the sea mocked them; and how the poor gentleman
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roared and the bear mocked him, both roaring louder
than the sea or weather.
Shep. Name of mercy, when was this, boy?
Clo. Now, now: I have not winked since I saw these
sights: the men are not yet cold under water, nor the bear
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[370]
Clo. I
would you had been by the
ship side, to have
helped her: there your charity would have lacked
footing.
Shep. Heavy matters! heavy matters! but look thee here,
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boy. Now bless thyself: thou
mettest with things dying, I
with things new-born. Here's a sight for thee; look thee,
a bearing-cloth for a squire's child! look thee here; take up,
take up, boy; open't. So, let's see: it was told me I should
be rich by the fairies. This is some changeling: open't.
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What's within, boy?
Clo. You're a
made old man: if the sins of your youth
are forgiven you,
you're well to live. Gold! all gold!
Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and
'twill prove so: up
with't, keep it close: home, home, the next way. We are
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lucky, boy; and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy.
Let my sheep go: come, good boy, the next way home.
Clo. Go you the next way with your findings. I'll go
see if the bear be gone from the gentleman and how much
he hath eaten: they are never curst but when they are
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hungry: if there be any of him left, I'll bury it.
Shep. That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that
which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the
sight of him.
Clo. Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i'the
ground.
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Shep.'Tis a lucky day, boy, and we'll do good deeds on't. [Exeunt.
[371]
LINENOTES:
Scene III.] Scene VI. Pope.
Bohemia. A desert.... ] Malone.
om. Ff. A desert Country; the Sea
at a little distance. Rowe.
Enter A.... ] Rowe. Enter Antigonus,
a Mariner, Babe, Shepherd,
and Clown. Ff.
[2] my lord] om. Hanmer.
[3] We have] We've Pope.
[6] upon's] upon us Capell.
Go, get] go get F1. get F2 F3 F4.
get thee Rowe.
[9] upon] on Hanmer.
[14] I am] I'm Pope.
[19] a waking] awaking Anon. conj.
[20] on] F1. is on F2 F3 F4.
some] some' Capell.
another] on other Anon. conj.
[22] becoming] becomming F1. o'er-running
Collier (Collier MS.).
[29] thrower-out] thower-out F1.
[32] weep] wend Collier (Collier
MS.).
[39] so] sooth Warburton conj.
[44] Polixenes] Polexenus F2.
[46] its] it's Ff.
[Laying down the child. Rowe.
[47] [Laying down a bundle. Johnson.
[48] please ... pretty] please, both breed
thee (pretty) Ff. please, both breed thee
pretty, Reed (1813). please both breed
thee, (pretty!) Staunton.
pretty] pretty one Rowe.
[54] thou'rt] thou art F4.
[58] Enter....] Ff. Enter an old
Shepherd. Rowe. Enter a Shepherd.
Crooke. Collier MS.
[59] Scene VII. Pope.
ten] thirteen Hanmer. sixteen
Edd. conj. See note (x).
[64] scared] scarr'd Ff.
[67] an't] Pope (ed. 2). and't Ff.
thy will] F1. the will F2 F3 F4.
[68] here?] here? [taking up the
child. Rowe.
[69] boy] god Grant White.
child] maid child Keightley conj.
[75] hallooed] hallow'd F1 F2 F3.
hollow'd F4.
[76] Enter Clown.] Ff. Dyce puts
it after hither, line 78.
Clo.] Clo. [within. Dyce. Clo.
[without. Staunton.
[85] takes] rakes Hanmer.
[87] and not] and then not Capell.
[89] for] om. Rowe (ed. 2).
[89, 90] for the land-service] the land-service
Rowe (ed. 2). the land-sight
Hanmer.
[100] gentleman] old gentleman
Malone conj.
[101] the old man] the nobleman
Theobald. tho' old man Jackson conj.
[102] would] would not Theobald
conj.
ship] ship's Collier.
[103] [Aside. Theobald.
[105] mettest] met'st F1 F2 F3. meet'st
F4.
[111] made] Theobald (L. H. conj.).
mad Ff.
[112] you're] you are F4.
[113] 'twill] will Theobald.
[114] with't] with it Rowe (ed. 2).
[122] sight] fight F1. See note (xi).
Time. I, that please some, try all, both joy and terror
Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
To use my wings. Impute it not a crime
5
To me or my swift passage, that I slide
O'er sixteen years and leave the
growth untried
To o'erthrow law and in one self-born hour
To plant and o'erwhelm custom. Let me pass
10
The same I am, ere ancient'st order was
Or what is now received: I
witness to
The times that brought them in; so shall I do
To the freshest things now reigning and make stale
The glistering of this present, as my tale
15
Now seems to it. Your patience this allowing,
I turn my glass and give my scene such growing
As you had slept between: Leontes
leaving,
The effects of his fond jealousies so grieving
20
Gentle spectators, that I now may be
In fair Bohemia; and remember well,
I now name to you; and with speed so pace
To speak of Perdita, now grown in grace
25
Equal with wondering: what of her ensues
[372]
I list not prophesy; but let Time's news
Be known when 'tis brought forth. A shepherd's daughter,
And what to her adheres, which follows after,
Is the argument of Time. Of this allow,
30
If ever you have spent time worse ere now;
If never, yet that Time himself doth say
He wishes earnestly you never may. [Exit.
LINENOTES:
Act IV. Scene I] Actus Quartus,
Scena Prima. Ff. om. Warburton.
Act IV. Capell. See note (xii).
[1-32] Spurious. Heath conj.
[2] makes and unfolds] Ff. make
and unfold Rowe. mask and unfold
Theobald.
[6] growth] gulf Warburton.
[7-9] gap, since ... custom. Let]
gap. Since ... custom, let Lloyd conj.
[11] witness] witness'd Capell.
[17, 18, 19] leaving, ... jealousies ...
himself, imagine] leaving,—jealousies
... himself;—imagine Staunton. leaving
... jealousies, ... himself. Imagine F1.
leaving ... jealousies, ... himself, imagine
F2 F3 F4.
[18] The] To the Keightley conj.
[19, 20] imagine me, ... that I] imagine
we ... that you Johnson conj.
[22] I mentioned] F1. I mention
here F2 F3 F4. There is Hanmer. I
mention'd Capell.
which] whom Pope.
Enter Polixenes and Camillo.
Pol. I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:
'tis a sickness denying thee any thing; a death to grant this.
Cam. It is
fifteen years since I saw my country:
though I have for the most part been aired abroad, I desire
5
to lay my bones there. Besides, the penitent king, my
master, hath sent for me; to whose feeling sorrows I might
be some allay, or I o'erween to think so, which is another
spur to my departure.
Pol. As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest
10
of thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of thee,
thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had thee
than thus to want thee: thou, having made me
businesses,
which none without thee can sufficiently manage, must
either stay to execute them thyself, or take away with thee
15
the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enough
considered, as too much I cannot, to be more thankful to
thee shall be
my study; and my profit therein, the heaping
friendships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prithee speak no
more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance
20
of that penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciled
[373]
king, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen and
children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me,
when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings are
no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they
25
are in losing them when they have approved their virtues.
Cam. Sir, it is three days since I saw the prince. What
his happier affairs may be, are to me unknown: but I have
missingly noted, he is of late much retired from court and
is less frequent to his princely exercises than formerly he
30
hath appeared.
Pol. I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some
upon his removedness; from whom I have this intelligence,
that he is seldom from the house of a most homely shepherd;
35
a man, they say, that from very nothing, and beyond
the imagination of his neighbours, is grown into an unspeakable
estate.
Cam. I have heard, sir, of such a man, who hath a
daughter of most rare note: the report of her is extended
40
more than can be thought to begin from such a cottage.
Pol. That's likewise
part of my intelligence; but, I
us to the place; where we will, not appearing
what we are, have some question with the shepherd; from
45
whose simplicity I think it not uneasy to get the cause of
my son's resort
thither. Prithee, be my present partner in
this business, and lay aside the thoughts of Sicilia.
Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves.
[Exeunt.
[374]
LINENOTES:
Scene II.] Scena Secunda. Ff.
The palace of Polixenes.]? Court
of Bohemia. Pope. A room in Polixenes'
Palace. Capell.
[3] fifteen] sixteen Hanmer.
[12] businesses] business Rowe (ed. 2).
[17] my] thy Long MS.
[17, 18] heaping friendships] heaping
friendship Hanmer. reaping
friendships Warburton.
[28] missingly] (missingly) Ff.
musingly Hanmer. missing him Warburton.
[32] care; so far,] Capell. care, so
farre, F1 F2 F3. care so far, F4.
[41] part] a part Theobald.
[41, 42] but, I fear, the angle] but
(I fear) the Angle Ff. and, I fear, the
Engle Theobald, and, I fear, the
angle Hanmer. but, I fear the angle
Steevens.
[46] thither] thether F1.
[49] Exeunt.] Rowe. Exit. Ff.
Enter Autolycus, singing.
With heigh! the doxy over the dale,
Why, then
comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
5
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,
With
heigh! the sweet birds, O, how they sing!
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
10
Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
I have served Prince Florizel and in my time wore three-pile;
but now I am out of service:
15
But shall I go mourn for that, my dear?
The pale moon shines by night:
And when I wander here and there,
If tinkers may have leave to live,
20
Then my account I well may give,
And in the stocks avouch it.
[375]
My traffic is sheets; when the kite builds, look to lesser
25
am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of
unconsidered trifles. With die and drab I purchased
thiscaparison, and my revenue is the
silly cheat. Gallows and
are terrors to me: for the life to come, I sleep out the
30
thought of it. A prize! a prize!
Ant. [Aside] If the springe hold, the cock's mine.
35
Clo. I cannot do't without
counters. Let me see; what
am I to buy for our sheep-shearing feast? Three pound of
of mine do with rice? But my father hath made her mistress
of the feast, and she lays it on. She hath made me
40
four and twenty nosegays for the shearers,
three-man song-men
all, and very good ones; but they are most of them
means and bases; but one puritan
amongst them, and he
sings psalms to hornpipes. I must have saffron to colour
the warden pies; mace; dates, none, that's out of my note;
45
nutmegs, seven; a race or two of ginger, but that I may
Ant. O that ever I was born!
[Grovelling on the ground.
Ant. O, help me, help me! pluck but off these rags;
50
and then, death, death!
Clo. Alack, poor soul! thou hast need of more rags to
lay on thee, rather than have these off.
Ant. O sir, the loathsomeness of them
offends me more
than the stripes I have received, which are mighty ones and
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millions.
Clo. Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come
to a great matter.
Ant. I am robbed, sir, and beaten; my money and apparel
ta'en from me, and these
detestable things put upon me.
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Clo. What, by a horseman, or a footman?
Ant. A footman, sweet sir, a footman.
Clo. Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments
he has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat, it hath
seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, I'll help thee:
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Ant. O, good sir, tenderly, O!
Ant. O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my
shoulder-blade is out.
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Clo. How now! canst stand?
Ant. Softly, dear sir
[picks his pocket]; good sir, softly.
You
ha' done me a charitable office.
Clo. Dost lack any money? I have a little money for
thee.
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Ant. No, good sweet sir; no, I beseech you, sir: I have
a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, unto
whom I was going; I shall there have money, or any thing I
want: offer me no money, I pray you; that kills my heart.
Clo. What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?
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Ant. A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with
[377]
I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his virtues it was, but
he was certainly whipped out of the court.
Clo. His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped
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out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay there;
and yet it will no more but abide.
Aut. Vices I would say, sir. I know this man well:
he hath been since an ape-bearer; then a process-server,
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and married a tinker's wife within a mile
where my land
and living lies; and, having flown over many knavish professions,
he settled only in
rogue: some call him Autolycus.
Clo. Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he haunts
wakes, fairs and bear-baitings.
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Aut. Very true, sir; he, sir, he; that's the rogue that
put me into this apparel.
Clo. Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: if
you had but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run.
Aut. I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am
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false of heart that way; and that he knew, I warrant him.
Aut. Sweet sir, much better than I was; I can stand
and walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace softly
towards my kinsman's.
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Clo. Shall I bring thee on
the way?
Aut. No, good-faced sir; no, sweet sir.
Aut. Prosper you, sweet sir!
[Exit Clown.] Your purse
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is not hot enough to purchase your spice. I'll be with you
at your sheep-shearing too: if I make not this cheat bring
out another and the shearers prove sheep, let me be
unrolledand my name put in the book of virtue!
[378]
Song. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
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And merrily
hent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day,
LINENOTES:
Scene iii.] Scena Tertia. Ff.
Scene ii. Warburton.
A road....] Malone. om. Ff.
The country. Pope. Fields near the
Shepherd's. Capell.
[1] daffodils] Johnson. daffadils Ff.
[3, 4] comes ... For ... reigns in the
winter's] comes ... For ... reigns o'er the
winter's Hanmer. come ... 'Fore ... reins
in the winter Warburton. comes ... For
... runs in the winter Thirlby conj.
comes ... For ... runs in the winters
Mason conj.
[6] heigh] Hey Ff.
[7] pugging] progging Hanmer.
prigging Collier MS.
on] Theobald. an Ff.
[9] that] with Rowe (ed. 2).
tirra-lyra] tirra-Lyra F1 F2.
tirra Lyra F3. tirra Lycra F4.
[10] With heigh! with heigh!] With
heigh, with heigh F2 F3 F4. With heigh,
F1. With heigh ho! S. Walker conj.
[18] most go] go most Pope.
[20] sow-skin] show-skin? F4.
budget] Rowe. bowget Ff.
[24, 25] Autolycus; who ... was likewise]
Autolicus, being littered under
Mercury, who, as I am, was likewise
Theobald.
[26] this] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
[27] silly] sly Hanmer.
[28] knock] knocks Hanmer.
[28, 29] beating and hanging] hanging
and beating Collier conj.
[31] Scene iii. Warburton.
'leven wether] 'leven weather
Capell. Leaven-weather Ff. eleven
weather Rowe. eleventh-weather Hanmer.
living wether Malone conj.
tod] F1. told F2 F3 F4.
[32] pound and odd] a pound and
one odd Hanmer.
[34] [Aside] Rowe.
[35] counters] Capell. compters Ff.
[37] sugar] sugar [reading out of a
Note. Capell.
currants] Rowe. currence Ff.
[40] three-man] they're men or they're
main or thrum-men Theobald conj.
[42] amongst] among F4.
[46] prunes] Pope. Prewyns Ff.
pruns Rowe (ed. 1). pruins Id. (ed. 2).
raisins] Pope. reysons F1 F2.
reasons F3 F4. rasins Rowe.
[47] [Grovelling....] Rowe.
[48] me—] Rowe. me. Ff. the—
Theobald conj. om. Johnson conj.
See note (xiii).
[53] offends] F2 F3 F4. offend F1.
[59] detestable] derestable F1.
[65] [Helping.... Rowe. om. Ff.
[71] [picks....] Capell. om. Ff.
Cuts his purse. Collier (Collier MS.).
[72] ha'] ha Ff.
[81] troll-my-dames] troll-madams
Hanmer.
him] him him F2.
[89] a bailiff] to a bailiff Edd.
conj.
compassed] compos'd Long MS.
[90] where] of where Keightley
conj.
[92] rogue] a rogue Warburton.
[101] do you] do you do F4.
[105] the way] thy way F4.
[107] fare thee well] fartheewell F1.
farewell F2. farewel F3 F4.
buy] F1. to buy F2 F3 F4.
[109] [Exit Clown.] Capell. Exit.
Ff (after line 108).
[112, 113] unrolled] unrold Ff.
enrolled Collier (Collier MS.). unrogued
W. N. L. (N. and Q.). conj.
[115] hent] hend Hanmer.
[115-117] stile-a ... mile-a] stile, o ...
mile, o The Dancing Master (1650).
stil-e ... mil-e Lewis conj.
Flo. These your unusual weeds to each part of you
Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora
Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing
And you the queen on't.
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Per. Sir, my gracious lord,
To chide at your extremes it not becomes me:
O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self,
The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured
With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid,
10
Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts
In every mess have folly and the feeders
To see you so attired,
sworn, I think,
Flo. I bless the time
15
When my good falcon made her flight across
Thy father's ground.
Per. Now Jove afford you cause!
To me the difference forges dread; your greatness
Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble
To think your father, by some accident,
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Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates!
How would he look, to see his work, so noble,
Vilely bound up? What would he say? Or how
Should I, in these my borrow'd flaunts, behold
The sternness of his presence?
Flo. Apprehend
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Nothing but jollity. The gods themselves,
Humbling their deities to love, have taken
The shapes of beasts upon them: Jupiter
Became a bull, and bellow'd;
the green Neptune
A ram, and bleated; and the fire-robed god,
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Golden Apollo, a poor humble swain,
Were never for a piece of beauty rarer,
Nor
in a way so chaste, since my desires
Run not before mine honour, nor my lusts
Burn hotter than my
faith.
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Your resolution cannot hold, when 'tis
Opposed, as it must be, by the power of the king:
Which then will speak, that you must change this purpose,
Or I my life.
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With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not
The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair,
Or not my father's. For I cannot be
Mine own, nor any thing to any, if
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I be not thine. To this I am most constant,
Though destiny say no. Be merry,
gentle;
Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing
That you behold the while. Your guests are coming:
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Of celebration of that nuptial which
We two have sworn shall come.
Per. O lady Fortune,
Stand you auspicious!
Flo. See, your guests approach:
Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.
Enter Shepherd, Clown,
Mopsa,
Dorcas,
and others,
with
Polixenes and Camillo disguised.
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Shep. Fie, daughter! when my old wife lived, upon
This day she was both pantler, butler, cook,
Both dame and servant; welcomed all, served all;
Would sing her song and dance her turn; now here,
At upper end o' the table, now i' the middle;
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On his shoulder,
and his; her face o' fire
With labour and the
thing she took to quench it,
She would to each one sip. You are retired,
As if you were a feasted one and not
The hostess of the meeting: pray you, bid
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These unknown friends to's welcome; for it is
A way to make us better friends, more known.
Come, quench your blushes and present yourself
That which you are, mistress o' the feast:
come on,
And bid us welcome to your sheep-shearing,
As your good flock shall prosper.
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It is my father's will I should take on me
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
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Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be
to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!
Pol. Shepherdess,
A fair one are you,
well you fit our ages
With flowers of winter.
Per. Sir, the year growing ancient,
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Not yet on summer's death, nor on the birth
Of trembling winter, the
fairest flowers o' the season
Which some
call nature's bastards: of that kind
Our rustic
garden's barren; and I care not
To get slips of them.
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Pol. Wherefore, gentle maiden,
Do you neglect them?
Per. For I have heard it said
There is an art which in their piedness shares
With great creating nature.
Pol. Say there be;
Yet nature is made better by no mean,
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But nature makes that mean: so,
over that art
Which you say adds to nature, is an art
That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry
[382]
And make conceive a bark of baser kind
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By bud of nobler race: this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rather, but
The art itself is nature.
And do not call them bastards.
Per. I'll not put
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The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than were I painted I would wish
This youth should say 'twere well, and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender,
mints, savory, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed
wi' the sun
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
Cam. I should leave grazing, were I of your flock,
And only live by gazing.
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Per. Out, alas!
You'ld be so lean, that blasts of January
I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
Become your time of day; and yours, and yours,
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That wear upon your virgin branches yet
Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
That come before the swallow dares, and take
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The winds of March with beauty; violets dim
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bright Phœbus in his strength, a malady
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Most incident to maids;
bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
To make you garlands of; and my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er!
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Per. No, like a bank for love to lie and play on;
Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried,
But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers:
Methinks I play as I have seen them do
In
Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine
Does change my disposition.
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Flo. What you do
Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet,
I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing,
I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms,
Pray so; and, for the ordering your affairs,
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To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
So singular in each particular,
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That all your acts are
queens.
Per. O Doricles,
Your praises are too large: but that your youth,
And the true blood which
peeps fairly through 't,
Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd,
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With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles,
You woo'd me the false way.
Flo. I think you have
As little skill
to fear as I have purpose
To put you to't. But come; our dance, I pray:
Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair,
That never mean to part.
Pol. This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
But smacks of something greater than herself,
Too noble for this place.
Cam. He tells her something
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The queen of curds and cream.
To mend her kissing with!
Clo. Not a word, a word; we stand upon our manners.
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[
Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
Pol. Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
Which dances with your daughter?
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Upon his own report and I believe it;
He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter:
I think so too; for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand and read
As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,
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I think there is not half a kiss to choose
Shep. So she does any thing; though I report it,
That should be silent: if young Doricles
Do light upon her, she shall bring him that
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Which he not dreams of.
Serv. O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the
door, you would never dance again after a tabor and pipe;
no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes
faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had
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eaten ballads and all men's ears
grew to his tunes.
Clo. He could never come better; he shall come in. I
love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter
merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung
lamentably.
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Serv. He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes;
no milliner can so fit his customers with gloves: he has the
prettiest love-songs for maids; so without bawdry, which is
strange; with such delicate burthens of dildos and
fadings,
'jump her and thump her;' and where some stretch-mouthed
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rascal would, as it were, mean mischief and break a foul
gap into the matter, he makes the maid to answer 'Whoop,
[386]
do me no harm, good man;' puts him off, slights him, with
'Whoop, do me no harm, good man.'
Pol. This is a brave fellow.
Serv. He hath ribbons of all the colours i' the rainbow;
points more than all the lawyers in Bohemia can learnedly
handle, though they come to him by the gross: inkles, caddisses,
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cambrics, lawns: why, he sings 'em over as they
were gods
or goddesses; you would think a smock were a
she-angel, he so chants to the
sleeve-hand and the work
about the square on't.
Clo. Prithee bring him in; and let him approach singing.
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Per. Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in's
Clo. You have of these pedlars, that have more in
them
than you'ld think, sister.
Per. Ay, good brother, or go about to think.
Enter Autolycus, singing.
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Lawn as white as driven snow;
Gloves as sweet as damask roses;
Masks for faces and for noses;
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Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:
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Come buy of me,
come; come buy, come buy;
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:
Come buy.
[387]
Clo. If I were not in love with Mopsa, thou shouldst take
no money of me; but being enthralled as I am, it will also
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be the bondage of certain ribbons and gloves.
Mop. I was promised them against the feast; but
they come not too late now.
Dor. He hath promised you more than that, or there
be liars.
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Mop. He hath paid you all he promised you: may be, he
has paid you more, which will shame you to give him again.
Clo. Is there no manners left among maids? will they
wear their plackets where they should
bear their faces? Is
there not milking-time, when you are going to bed, or
kiln-hole,
to
whistle off these secrets, but you must be tittle-tattling
before all our guests? 'tis well they are whispering:
clamour your tongues, and not a word more.
Mop. I have done. Come, you promised me a tawdry-lace
and a pair of sweet gloves.
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Clo. Have I not told thee how I was cozened by the
way and lost all my money?
Ant. And indeed, sir, there are cozeners abroad; therefore
it behoves men to be wary.
Clo. Fear not thou, man, thou shall lose nothing here.
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Ant. I hope so, sir; for I have about me many parcels
of charge.
Clo. What hast here? ballads?
Mop. Pray now, buy some: I love a
ballad in print o'
life, for then we are sure they are true.
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Ant. Here's one to a very doleful tune, how a usurer's
wife was brought to bed
of twenty money-bags at a
burthenand how she longed to eat adders' heads and toads carbonadoed.
Mop. Is it true, think you?
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Ant. Very true, and but a month old.
Dor. Bless me from marrying a usurer!
Ant. Here's the
midwife's name to't, one Mistress
Tale-porter, and five or six honest
wives that were present.
Why should I carry lies abroad?
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Mop. Pray you now, buy it.
Clo. Come on, lay it by: and let's first see
moe ballads;
we'll buy the other things anon.
Ant. Here's another
ballad of a fish, that appeared upon,
the coast on
Wednesday the fourscore of April, forty thousand
fathom above water, and sung this ballad against the
hard hearts of maids: it was thought she was a woman, and
was turned into a
cold fish for she would not exchange flesh
with one that loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.
Dor. Is it true too, think you?
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Ant. Five justices' hands at it, and witnesses more
than my pack will hold.
Clo. Lay it by too: another.
Ant. This is a merry ballad, but a very pretty one.
Mop. Let's have some merry ones.
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Ant. Why, this is a passing merry one and goes to the
tune of 'Two maids wooing a man:' there's scarce a maid
westward but she sings it; 'tis in request, I can tell you.
Mop. We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou
shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.
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Dor. We had the tune on't a month ago.
Ant. I can bear my part; you must know 'tis my
occupation: have at it with you.
A. Get you hence, for I must go
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D.. Whither?
M. O, whither?
D. Whither?
[389]
M. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell:
M. Or thou goest to the grange or mill:
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D. If to either, thou dost ill.
A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.
D. Thou hast sworn my love to be;
M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?
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Clo. We'll have this song out anon by ourselves: my
father and the
gentlemen are in sad talk, and we'll not
trouble them. Come, bring away thy pack after me.
Wenches, I'll buy for you both. Pedlar, let's have the
first choice. Follow me, girls.
[Exit with Dorcas and Mopsa.
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
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Any toys for your head,
Of the new'st, and finest, finest
wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money's a medler,
That doth utter all men's ware-a. [Exit.
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all men of hair, they call themselves Saltiers, and
they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of
gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves
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are o' the mind, if it be not too rough for some that know
little but bowling, it will please plentifully.
Shep. Away! we'll none on't: here has been too much
homely foolery already. I know, sir, we weary you.
Pol. You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see
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these four threes of herdsmen.
Serv. One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath
danced before the king; and not the worst of the three but
jumps twelve foot and a half by the
squier.
Shep. Leave your prating: since these good men are
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pleased, let them come in; but quickly now.
Here a dance of twelve Satyrs.
[To Cam.] Is it not too far gone? 'Tis time to part them.
He's simple and tells much. How now, fair shepherd!
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Your heart is full of something that does take
Your mind from feasting. Sooth, when I was young
And
handed love as you do, I was wont
To load my she with knacks: I would have ransack'd
The pedlar's silken treasury and have pour'd it
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To her acceptance; you have let him go
And nothing marted with him. If your lass
Interpretation should abuse and call this
Your lack of love or bounty, you were straited
Of happy holding her.
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Flo. Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd. O, hear me breathe my
lifeBefore this ancient sir,
who, it should seem,
Hath sometime loved! I take thy hand, this hand,
As soft as dove's down and as white as it,
By the northern
blasts twice o'er.
Pol. What follows this?
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How prettily the young swain seems to wash
The hand was fair before!
I have put you out:
But to your protestation; let me hear
What you profess.
Flo. Do, and be witness to't.
Pol. And this my neighbour too?
Flo. And he, and more
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That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
That ever made eye swerve, had
force and knowledge
More than was ever man's, I would not prize them
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Without her love; for her employ them all;
Commend them and condemn them to her service
Or to their own perdition.
Cam. This shows a sound affection.
Per. I cannot speak
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So well, nothing so well; no, nor mean better:
By the pattern of mine own thoughts I cut out
[392]
The purity of his.
Shep. Take hands, a bargain!
And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to't:
I give my daughter to him, and will make
Her portion equal his.
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Flo. O, that must be
I' the virtue of your daughter: one being dead,
I shall have more than you can dream of yet;
Enough then for
your wonder. But, come on,
Contract us 'fore these witnesses.
Shep. Come, your hand;
And, daughter, yours.
Flo. I have: but what of him?
Flo. He neither does nor shall.
Pol. Methinks a father
Is at the nuptial of his son a guest
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That best becomes the table. Pray you once more,
Is not your father grown incapable
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid
With age and altering rheums? can he speak? hear?
Know man from man?
dispute his own estate?
Lies he not bed-rid? and again does nothing
But what he did being childish?
Flo. No, good sir;
He has his health and ampler strength indeed
Than most have of his age.
Pol. By my white beard,
You offer him, if this be so, a wrong
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Something unfilial: reason
my son
Should choose himself a wife, but as good reason
The father, all whose joy is nothing else
But fair posterity, should hold some counsel
[393]
In such a business.
Flo. I yield all this;
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But for some other reasons, my grave sir,
Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint
My father of this business.
Shep. Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve
At knowing of thy choice.
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Flo. Come, come, he must not.
Mark our contract.
Pol. Mark your divorce, young sir, [Discovering himself.
Whom son I dare not call; them art too base
That thus
affects a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor,
I am sorry that by hanging thee I can
Of excellent witchcraft,
who of force must know
Pol. I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made
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More homely than thy state. For thee,
fond boy,
If I may ever know them dost but sigh
That them no more
shalt see this knack, as never
I mean thou shalt, we'll bar thee from succession;
Not hold thee of our blood, no, not our kin,
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Far than Deucalion off: mark thou my words:
[394]
Follow us to the court. Thou churl, for this time,
Though full of our displeasure, yet we free thee
From the
dead blow of it. And
you, enchantment,—
Worthy enough a herdsman; yea, him too,
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That makes himself, but for our honour therein,
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or
hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
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Per. Even here undone!
I was not much
afeard; for once or twice
I was about to speak and tell him plainly,
The selfsame sun that shines upon his court
Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
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Looks
on alike.
Will't please you, sir, be gone?
I told you what would come of this: beseech you,
Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
But milk my ewes and weep.
Cam. Why, how now, father!
Speak ere thou diest.
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Shep. I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know that which I know.
O sir!You have undone a man of fourscore three,
That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
To die upon the bed my father
died,
To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed
wretch,That knew'st this was the prince, and wouldst adventure
[395]
To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
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If I might die within this hour, I have lived
To die when I desire.
[Exit.
I am but sorry, not
afeard, delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;
More straining on for plucking back, not following
My leash unwillingly.
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Cam. Gracious my lord,
You know
your father's temper: at this time
He will allow no speech, which I do guess
You do not purpose to him; and as hardly
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Then, till the fury of his highness settle,
Come not before him.
Per. How often have I told you 'twould be thus!
How often said, my dignity would last
But till 'twere known!
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Flo. It cannot fail but by
The violation of my faith; and then
Let nature crush the sides o' the earth together
And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father, I
Flo. I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
Do bid it welcome.
Cam. This is desperate, sir.
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Flo. So call it: but it does fulfil my vow;
I needs must think it honesty. Camillo,
Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may
The close earth wombs, or the profound
sea hidesIn unknown
fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you,
When he shall miss me,—as, in faith, I mean not
To see him any more,—cast your good counsels
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Upon his passion: let myself and fortune
Tug for the time to come. This you may know
And so deliver, I am put to sea
With her
whom here I cannot hold on shore;
And most opportune to
our need I have
A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared
For this design. What course I mean to hold
Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor
Concern me the reporting.
Cam. O my lord!
I would your spirit were easier for advice,
Or stronger for your need.
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Flo. Hark, Perdita. [Drawing her aside.
Resolved for flight. Now were I happy, if
His going I could frame to serve my turn,
Save him from danger, do him love and honour,
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Purchase the sight again of dear Sicilia
And that unhappy king, my master, whom
I so much thirst to see.
[397]
Flo. Now, good Camillo;
I am so fraught with
curious business that
Cam. Sir, I think
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You have heard of my poor services, i' the love
That I have borne your father?
Flo. Very nobly
Have you deserved: it is my father's music
To speak your deeds, not little of his care
To have them recompensed as thought on.
Cam. Well, my lord,
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If you may please to think I love the king,
Your gracious self, embrace but my direction,
If your more ponderous and settled project
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I'll point you where you shall have such receiving
As shall become your highness; where you may
Enjoy your mistress, from the whom, I see,
There's no disjunction to be made, but by
As heavens forefend! your ruin; marry her,
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And, with my best endeavours in your absence,
Flo. How, Camillo,
May this, almost a miracle, be done?
That I may call thee something more than man
And after that trust to thee.
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Cam. Have you thought on
A place whereto you'll go?
Flo. Not any yet:
But as the unthought-on accident is guilty
[398]
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
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Cam. Then list to me:
This follows, if you will not change your purpose
But undergo this flight, make for Sicilia,
And there present yourself and your fair princess,
For so I see she must be, 'fore Leontes:
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She shall be habited as it becomes
The partner of your bed. Methinks I see
Leontes opening his free arms and weeping
His welcomes forth;
asks thee the
son forgiveness,
As 'twere i' the father's person;
kisses the hands
Of your fresh princess; o'er and o'er
divides him
'Twixt his unkindness and his kindness; the one
He chides to hell and bids the other grow
Faster than thought or time.
Flo. Worthy Camillo,
What colour for my visitation shall I
Hold up before him?
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Cam. Sent by the king your father
To greet him and to give him
comforts. Sir,
The manner of your bearing towards him, with
What you as from your father shall deliver,
Things known betwixt us three, I 'll write you down:
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The which shall point you forth at every
sittingWhat you must say; that he shall not perceive
But that you have your father's bosom there
And speak his very heart.
Flo. I am bound to you:
There is some sap in this.
Cam. A course more promising
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Than a wild dedication of yourselves
To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain
To miseries enough: no hope to help you,
[399]
But as you shake off one to take
another:Nothing so certain as your anchors,
whoDo their best office, if they can but stay you
Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know
Prosperity's the very bond of love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.
Per. One of these is true:
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I think affliction may subdue the cheek,
But not take in the mind.
Cam. Yea, say you so?
There shall not at your father's house these seven years
Be'born another such.
Flo. My good Camillo,
She is as forward of her breeding as
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Cam. I cannot say 'tis pity
She lacks instructions, for she seems a mistress
To most that teach.
Flo. My prettiest Perdita!
But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo,
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Preserver of my father, now of me,
The
medicine of our house, how shall we do?
We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son,
Cam. My lord,
[400]
Fear none of this: I think you know my fortunes
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Do all lie there: it shall be so my care
To have you royally appointed as if
The scene you play were
mine. For instance, sir,
Aut. Ha, ha! what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his
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sworn brother, a very simple gentleman! I have sold all
my trumpery; not a counterfeit stone, not a ribbon, glass,
pomander,
brooch, table-book, ballad, knife, tape, glove,
shoe-tie, bracelet, horn-ring, to keep my pack from
fasting:
they
throng who should buy first, as if my trinkets had been
hallowed and brought a benediction to the buyer: by which
means I saw whose purse was best in
picture; and what I
saw, to my good use I remembered.
My clown, who wants
but something to be a reasonable man, grew so in love with
the
wenches' song, that he would not stir his pettitoes till
he had both tune and words; which so drew the rest of the
herd to me, that all their other senses stuck in
ears: you
might have pinched a placket, it was senseless; 'twas nothing
that hung-in chains: no hearing, no feeling, but my sir's
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song, and admiring the
nothing of it. So that in this time
of lethargy I picked and cut most of their festival purses;
and had not the old man come in with a whoo-bub against
his daughter and the king's son and scared my choughs
from the chaff, I had not left a purse alive in the whole army.
[
Camillo, Florizel, and Perdita come forward.
[401]
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Cam. Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
Flo. And those that you'll procure from King
Leontes—
Cam. Shall satisfy your father.
Per. Happy be you!
All that you speak shows fair.
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We'll make an instrument of this; omit
Nothing may give us aid.
Aut. If they have overheard me now, why,
hanging.
Cam. How now, good fellow!
why shakest thou so?
Fear not, man; here's no harm intended to thee.
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Aut. I am a poor fellow, sir.
Cam. Why, be so still; here's nobody will steal that
from thee: yet for the outside of thy poverty we must
make an exchange; therefore discase thee instantly,—thou
must think there's
a necessity in't,—and change garments
with this gentleman: though the pennyworth on his side be
the worst, yet hold thee, there's some
boot.
Aut. I am a poor fellow, sir.
[Aside] I know ye well
enough.
Aut. Are you in earnest, sir? [Aside] I smell the
trick on't.
Flo. Dispatch, I prithee.
Aut. Indeed, I have had earnest; but I cannot with
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conscience take it.
[402]
Cam. Unbuckle, unbuckle.
Fortunate mistress,—let my prophecy
Come home to ye!—you must retire yourself
Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat
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And pluck it o'er
your brows, muffle your face,
Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken
The truth of your own seeming; that you may—
For I do fear eyes
over—to shipboard
Get undescried.
Per. I see the play so lies
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That I must bear a part.
Cam. No remedy.
Have you done there?
Flo. Should I now meet my father,
He would not call me son.
Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
Flo. O Perdita, what have we twain forgot!
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Cam. [Aside] What I do next, shall be to tell the king
Of this escape and whither they are bound;
Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail
To force him after: in
whose company
I shall review Sicilia, for whose sight
I have a woman's longing.
Flo. Fortune speed us!
Thus we set on, Camillo, to the sea-side.
Cam. The swifter speed the better.
[
Exeunt Florizel, Perdita, and Camillo.
[403]
Aut. I understand the business, I
hear it: to have an
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open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is necessary for a
cut-purse; a good nose is requisite also, to smell out work
for the other senses. I see this is the time that the unjust
man doth thrive. What an exchange had this been without
boot! What a boot is here with this exchange! Sure the
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gods do this year connive at us, and we may do any thing
extempore. The prince himself is about a piece of iniquity,
stealing away from his father with his clog at his
king withal, I would not do't: I hold it the more knavery
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to conceal it; and therein am I constant to my profession.
Aside, aside;
here is more matter for a hot brain: every
lane's end, every shop, church, session, hanging, yields a
careful man work.
Clo. See, see; what a man you are now! There is no
670
other way but to tell the king she's a changeling and none
of your flesh and blood.
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Clo. She being none of your flesh and blood, your flesh
and blood has not offended the king; and so your flesh and
blood is not to be punished by him. Show
those things
you found about her, those secret things, all but what she
has with her: this being done, let the law go whistle: I
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warrant you.
Shep. I will tell the king all, every word, yea, and his
son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man, neither
to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the king's
brother-in-law.
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Clo. Indeed, brother-in-law was the farthest off you
[404]
could have been to him and then your blood had been the
dearer by I
know how much an ounce.
Shep. Well, let us to the king: there is that in this
690
fardel will make him scratch his beard.
Aut. [Aside] I know not what impediment this complaint
may be to the flight of my master.
Aut. [Aside] Though I am not naturally honest, I am
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so sometimes by chance: let me pocket up my pedlar's
excrement.
[Takes off his false beard.] How now, rustics!
whither are you bound?
Shep. To the palace,
an it like your worship.
Aut. Your affairs there, what, with whom, the condition
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of that fardel, the place of your dwelling, your names,
your
ages, of what having, breeding, and any thing that is
fitting
to be known, discover.
Clo. We are but plain fellows, sir.
Aut. A lie; you are rough and hairy. Let me have no
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lying: it becomes none but tradesmen, and they often give us
soldiers the lie: but we pay them for it with stamped coin,
Clo. Your worship had like to have given us one, if you
had not taken yourself with the
manner.
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Shep. Are you a courtier,
an't like you, sir?
Aut. Whether it like me or no, I am a courtier. Seest
thou not the air of the court in these enfoldings? hath not
my gait in it the measure of the court? receives not thy
nose court-odour from me? reflect I not on thy baseness
715
court-contempt? Thinkest thou, for that I insinuate,
ortoaze from thee thy business, I am therefore no courtier? I
am courtier cap-a-pe; and one that will either push on or
pluck back thy business there: whereupon I command thee
to open thy affair.
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Shep. My business, sir, is to the king.
Aut. What advocate hast thou to him?
Shep. I know not,
an't like you.
Clo. Advocate's the court-word for a
pheasant: say you
have none.
Aut. How
blessed are we that are not simple men!
Yet nature might have made me as these are,
Therefore I will not disdain.
Clo. This cannot
be but a great courtier.
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Shep. His garments are rich, but he wears them not
handsomely.
Clo. He seems
to be the more noble in being fantastical:
a great man, I'll warrant; I know by the picking
on's teeth,
Aut. The
fardel there? what's i' the fardel? Wherefore
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that box?
Shep. Sir, there lies such secrets in this fardel and box,
which none must know but the king; and which he shall
know within this hour, if I may come to the speech of him.
Aut. Age, thou hast lost thy labour.
Aut. The king is not at the palace; he is gone aboard a
new ship to purge melancholy and air himself: for, if thou
beest capable of things serious, thou must know the king is
full of grief.
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Shep. So 'tis said, sir; about his son, that should have
married a shepherd's daughter.
Aut. If that shepherd be not in
hand-fast, let him fly:
[406]
the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will
break the back of man, the heart of monster.
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Clo. Think you so, sir?
Aut. Not he alone shall suffer what wit can make heavy
and vengeance bitter; but those that are
germane to him,
though removed fifty times, shall all come under the hangman:
which though it be great pity, yet it is necessary. An
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old sheep-whistling rogue, a ram-tender, to offer to have his
daughter come into grace! Some say he shall be stoned; but
that death is too soft for him, say I: draw our throne into
a sheep-cote! all deaths are too few, the sharpest too easy.
Clo. Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear, an't
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like you, sir?
Ant. He has a son, who shall be flayed alive; then
'nointed over with honey, set on the head of a wasp's nest;
then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead; then
recovered again with aqua-vitae or some other hot infusion;
765
then, raw as he is, and in the hottest day prognostication
proclaims, shall he be set against a brick-wall, the sun
looking with a southward eye upon him, where he is to
behold him with flies blown to death. But what talk we of
these traitorly rascals, whose miseries are to be smiled at,
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their offences being so capital? Tell me, for you seem to be
honest plain men, what you have to the king: being something
gently considered, I'll bring you where he is aboard,
tender your persons to his presence, whisper him in your
behalfs; and if it be in man besides the king to effect your
775
suits, here is
man shall do it.
Clo. He seems to be of great authority: close with
him, give him gold; and though authority be a stubborn
bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with gold: show the inside
of your purse to the outside of his hand, and no more
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ado. Remember 'stoned,' and 'flayed alive.'
Shep. An't please you, sir, to undertake the business
for us, here is that gold I have: I'll make it as much more
and leave this young man in pawn till I bring it you.
[407]
Aut. After I have done what I promised?
Aut. Well, give me the moiety. Are you a party in this
business?
Clo. In some sort, sir: but though my case be a pitiful
one, I hope I shall not be flayed out of it.
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Aut. O, that's the case of the shepherd's son: hang
him, he'll be made an example.
Clo. Comfort, good comfort! We must to the king and
show our strange sights: he must know 'tis none of your
daughter nor my sister; we are gone else. Sir, I will give
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you as much as this old man does when the business is
performed, and remain, as he says, your pawn till it be
brought you.
Aut. I will trust you. Walk before toward the sea-side;
go on the right hand: I will but
look upon the hedge and
follow you.
Clo. We are
blest in this man, as I may say, even
blest.
Shep. Let's before as he bids us: he was provided to
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Aut. If I had a mind to be honest, I see Fortune would
not suffer me: she drops booties in my mouth. I am courted
now with a double occasion, gold and a means to do the
prince my master good; which who knows how that may
turn
back to my advancement? I will bring these two
moles, these blind ones, aboard him: if he think it fit to
shore them again and that the complaint they have to the
king concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue for
being so far officious; for I am proof against that title and
what shame else belongs to't. To him will I present them:
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there may be matter in it.
[Exit.
[408]
LINENOTES:
Scene iv.] Scene iii. Capell.
The Shepherd's cottage.] The
prospect of a Shepherd's Cotte. Theobald.
A Room in the Shepherd's
House. Capell.
Enter F. and P.] Rowe. Enter
F., P., Shepherd, Clowne, Polixenes,
Camillo, Mopsa, Dorcas, Servants,
Autolicus. Ff.
[2] Do] Theobald. Do's Ff. Does
Rowe.
[4] Is as] Is Rowe.
a meeting] F1. a merry meeting
F2 F3 F4.
[5] Sir] Sure Collier (Collier MS.).
[12] Digest it] F2 F3 F4. Digest F1.
[12, 13] custom, I should blush ...
think,] custom (sworn I think) To see
you so attired, I should blush Steevens
conj.
[13] sworn] F3 F4. sworne F1 F2.
swoon Hanmer (Theobald conj.).
scorn Mitford conj. so worn Collier
(Jackson conj.).
[13, 14] sworn, I think ... glass] swoon,
I think, To see myself i' the glass
Theobald conj. and more I think ...
a glass Ingleby conj. frown, I think,
... a glass or sorely shrink ... i' th' glass
or more, I think ... a glass or more, I
think ... i' th' glass Bailey conj.
[22] Vilely] Hanmer. Vildly Ff.
[28] the green] sea green Anon. conj.
[31, 32] now. Their ... beauty rarer,]
Rowe. now. Their ... beauty, rarer,
Ff. now:—Their ... beauty rarer,—
Dyce.
[33] in a way] any way Collier
(Ritson conj.).
[35] faith] faith does Keightley
conj.
sir] F1. deere sir F2. dear
sir F3 F4.
[38] must be necessities] necessities
must be Hanmer.
[40] dearest] F3 F4. deer'st F1.
deerest F2.
[46] gentle] gentlest Hanmer. girl
Collier (Collier MS.).
[49] your] you F4.
it were]
'twere Pope.
[54] Enter....] Enter All. F2 F3 F4
(after auspicious! line 52). om. F1.
[55] Scene v. Pope.
[60] and] and on Keightley conj.
[61] thing] things F4.
[68] come on] Pol. Come on Theobald
conj.
[70] [To Pol.] Sir, welcome] Malone.
Sir, welcome, Ff. Sirs, welcome
[To Polix. and Cam. Rowe. Sirs,
you're welcome [To Pol. and Cam.
Hanmer. Welcome, sir Capell.
[72] [To Cam.] Malone.
sir] sirs Rowe.
[76] to you] unto you Pope.
[78, 79] well ... winter.] will ... winter?
Staunton conj.
[81] fairest] fair'st S. Walker conj.
[82] gillyvors] Gilly-vors Ff. giily-flowers
Rowe. See note (xiv).
[83] call] cail F2.
[84] garden's] F2 F3 F4. gardens
F1.
[90] over] o'er Capell. ever or e'er
Anon. conj. even Craik conj.
[93] scion] Steevens (1793). sien
Ff. scyon Pope, scyen Capell. cyon
Steevens (1778).
wildest] wilder Anon. conj.
[98] your] you F1.
gillyvors] Gilly 'vors Ff. gillyflowers
Rowe.
[104] mints] mint S. Walker conj.
(withdrawn).
[105] wi' the] Capell. with' Ff.
with th' Rowe.
[108] You're] Y'are Ff.
very welcome] welcome F4.
[112] my fair'st friend] Ff. my
fairest friends Rowe (ed. 2). fairest
friend Hanmer.
[118] Dis's] Dysses F1. Disses F2 F3 F4.
daffodils] early daffodils Hanmer.
golden daffodils Coleridge conj.
yellow daffodils Keightley conj.
[125] bold] gold Hanmer.
[127] flower-de-luce] flower-de-lis
Rowe.
[134] Whitsun] Johnson. Whitson
Ff. Whitsund' Hanmer.
[137, 138] I'ld] F1 F2 F3. I'le F4.
I'll Rowe.
[142] move] but so move Keightley
conj.
still so] still so, my fair Capell.
[142, 143] still so, And own no]
still so, and own No Malone.
[145] you are] you're Pope.
deeds] deed Spedding conj.
[146] queens] queen's Singer.
[148] peeps ... through't] F3 F4.
peepes ... through't F1 F2. peeps forth ...
through it Rowe. peeps so ... through t'
Capell. fairly peeps through it Steevens
(1793). peeps ... through it Collier.
through it ... peeps Staunton conj. peepeth
... through't Anon. conj.
[152] to fear] in fear Hanmer.
[155, 156] Per. I'll ... 'em. Pol. This]
Pol. [Aside] I'll ... This Johnson conj.
[155] I'll swear] Elsewhere Jackson
conj.
for 'em] for them [Music.
Dance forming. Capell. for one Rann
(Theobald and Ritson conj.).
[157] green-sward] Steevens. greensord
Ff.
seems] says Collier (Collier
MS.). deems Anon. conj.
[160] makes ... out] wakes her blood:
look on't Collier (Collier MS.).
look out] Theobald. look on't
Ff.
[162, 163] Arranged as in Capell.
As prose in Ff.
marry, garlic, To ... with!]
marry Garlick to ... with. Ff. marry,
garlick to ... with— Johnson.
[165] strike up] strike up, pipers
Capell, ending lines 166, 167 at what
... daughter?
[165] [Music.] Malone. om. Ff.
[166] Pray] I pray Hanmer. Pray
you S. Walker conj.
[167] Which] Who Pope.
[168] and boasts] and he boasts
Rowe. he boasts Capell. 'a boasts
Steevens conj.
[169] feeding] breeding Hanmer.
but I have it] I have it but
Hunter conj.
[176] Who loves another] Which
loves the other Hanmer. Who loves
the other Mason conj.
[177] So she] She Warburton.
[181] Scene vi. Pope.
[185] grew] grow Rowe (ed. 2).
[193] fadings] fapings Rowe (ed. 2).
fa-dings Theobald.
[196] gap] jape Singer (Collier
MS.).
[200] admirable conceited] Ff. admirable-conceited
Theobald.
[201] unbraided] braided Johnson
conj. embroided Collier (Collier MS.).
wares] warres F2.
[206] or] and Pope.
[207] sleeve-hand] sleeve-band Hanmer.
Silesia or sleasie holland Peck
conj.
[211] Exit....] Capell.
[212] them] 'em Warburton.
[216] Cypress] Cyprus Rowe (ed. 2).
[219] Bugle bracelet] Bugle-bracelets
F4.
[225] come;] come buy; Keightley
conj.
[226, 227] Buy ... Come buy.] Buy ...
Come buy, &c. Theobald. As one
line in Ff.
[238] bear] wear Warburton.
[239, 240] kiln-hole] Malone. kill-hole Ff.
[240] whistle off] Hanmer. whistle
of Ff. whisper off Collier MS.
[242] clamour] charm Hanmer.
chamber Jackson conj. chommer Cornish
conj. clammer Keightley conj.
chawmer Singer conj.
[253] ballad] F3 F4. ballet F1 F2.
[253, 254] o' life] o'-life Collier, a
life Ff. or a life Rowe (ed. 2). a'-life
Malone.
[256] of] F1 F2. with F3 F4.
burthen] birth Anon. conj.
[262] midwife's] Rowe. midwives Ff.
[263] wives] wives' Steevens. See
note (xv).
[266] moe] more Rowe (ed. 2).
[268] ballad of] Ff. ballad, Of
Capell.
[269] Wednesday] Wensday F1 F2.
[270] fathom] Johnson, fadom Ff.
[272] cold] cod Anon conj.
[288] Song] See note (xvi).
[289] Where it] Whither Collier
(Collier MS.).
[290, 299] whither] F4. whether
F1 F2 F3.
[293] thither] F3 F4. thether F1 F2.
[301] gentlemen] Rowe. Gent. Ff.
[304] Exit....] Dyce om. Ff. Exeunt
Cl., A., D., and M. Rowe (after line
314).
[305] [Follows singing.] Edd. Song.
Ff.
[306-314] As six lines in Ff.
[306] buy] by Pope (ed. i).
[307] cape] crpe F1.
[309] Any ... any] And ... and Theobald.
[311] wear-a] ware-a Rowe.
[315] Scene vii. Pope.
Re-enter....] Enter a Servant.
Rowe.
Master] Mayster F1.
there is] there are Rowe.
carters] goatherds Theobald.
[316] three swine-herds] and three
swine-herds Rowe.
[328] squier] squire Ff. square
Rowe. See note (xvii).
[331] Serv. Why ... sir] Ff. Omitted
by Rowe and all Edd. before Capell.
[Exit.] Capell.
Here....] Ff. Enter twelve
Rusticks, presenting Satyrs. Company
seat themselves. Dance, and Exeunt
Rusticks. Capell.
[332, 333] Pol. O, father ... Is it]
Flo. O, father ... hereafter (Here a
dance of twelve Satyrs). Pol. Is it
Hanmer.
[332] [Aside. Johnson. [Rising
from beside the Shepherd. Capell.
[333] [To Cam.] Edd [Aside. Capell.
[337] handed] handled Collier (Collier
MS.).
[344] reply, at least] reply, at least,
Theobald, reply at least, Ff.
a care] care Theobald.
[349] life] love Theobald.
[350] who] whom F1.
[353, 354] Or ... o'er] Arranged as
in F1. In F2 F3 F4 line 353 ends at
snow.
[353] Ethiopian's] Ethiop's Dyce
conj. Ethiop Lettsom conj.
[354] blasts] F1. blast F2 F3 F4.
[356] I have] I've Pope.
[360] the heavens] and heavens F4.
[363] force] sense Collier MS.
[369] him?] Rowe. him. Ff.
[378] your] you F4.
[380] awhile, beseech you;] Capell.
a-while, beseech you, F1. a-while; 'beseech
you, F2 F3 F4.
[389] dispute] compute Johnson conj.
dispose Collier MS. dispense Anon.
conj.
[395] my] the Anon. conj.
[406] [Discovering ...] Rowe.
[408] acknowledged] acknowledge F1.
[409] affects] Ff. affect'st Pope.
[410] I am] I'm Pope.
[410, 411] can But shorten] can but
Shorten Warburton.
[412] who] whom F1.
[413] copest with,—] coap'st with—
Pope. coap'st with. Ff.
Shep.] Per. Theobald conj.
[415] fond] found F4.
[417] shalt] Rowe. shalt never Ff.
See note (xviii).
[420] Far than] F4. Farre then
F1. Farre than F2 F3. Less than
Hanmer. Far' than Warburton. Far
as Capell (Johnson conj.). Farther
than Heath conj. Far'r than Grant
White.
[423] dead] dread Anon. conj.
you] your F3 F4. thou Anon.
conj.
[426] thee,—if] thee. If Ff.
[428] hoop] hoope Pope. hope Ff.
[430] to't] to it Rowe.
[Exit.] Rowe.
Scene viii. Pope.
[431] afeard] afraid Rowe.
[435] on] on both Malone conj. on all
Singer (Hunter conj.). on's Anon. conj.
Will't] Hanmer. Wilt Ff.
[To Flo. Rowe.
[437] this dream of mine,—] Johnson.
this dream of mine, Ff. from
this my dream Hanmer. as for this
dream of mine,— Capell conj.
[441] [To Flo. Rowe.
[444] died] died on Keightley conj.
[447] [To Perdita. Rowe.
[451] Scene ix. Pope.
upon me] om. Steevens conj.
[452] afeard] afraid Rowe.
[456] your] my F1.
[459] sight as yet] Hanmer. sight,
as yet Ff.
[462] Camillo?] Camillo?—Johnson.
Camillo. Ff. Camillo—
Theobald.
[465] fail] fall Anon. conj.
[469] my] thy Capell.
[473] better pleased with madness,]
F1. better (pleas'd with madness) F2
F3 F4.
[478] thereat] thereout Hanmer.
all] F1. all that F2 F3 F4.
or] om. Long MS.
[479] sea hides] Capell. seas hides
F1. seas hide F2 F3 F4.
[480] fathoms] Johnson. fadomes Ff.
[482] As you have ever] Ff. As you
have e'er Malone. As y' have e'er S.
Walker conj.
honour'd] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
[488] whom] F2 F3 F4. who F1.
[489] our] Theobald. her Ff. the
Capell.
[495] [Drawing....] Capell.
[496] [To Camillo. Theobald.
irremoveable] immovable
Anon. conj.
[497] Resolved] Rosolv'd F2.
[503] curious] serious Collier MS.
[504] [Going. Malone. See note
(xix).
[511] through him what is] Hanmer.
through him, what's Ff. thorough
him, what's Theobald.
nearest] near'st S. Walker conj.
[514] alteration, on] alteration. On
F1. alteration: On F2 F3 F4.
[520] And] I'll Long MS.
[521] discontenting] discontented
Rowe.
strive to qualify] I'll strive to
qualifie Rowe (ed. 2). I will strive To
qualifie Hanmer.
[522] him up] om. Rowe.
[528] To] Of Rowe. Towards
Hanmer.
[538] asks] ask Long MS.
thee the son] F3 F4. thee there
Sonne F1 F2. there the son Ritson conj.
[539] kisses] kiss Long MS.
[540] divides] divide Long MS.
[546] comforts] comfort Anon conj.
[550] sitting] fitting Theobald. sifting
Thirlby conj.
[558, 559] another: Nothing] another
Nothing Hanmer.
[559] who] which Hanmer.
[569] She is] Pope. She's Ff.
[570] She is i' the rear o' our birth]
Rowe (ed. 2). She is i' th' reare 'our
birth F1 F2 F3. She is i' th' reare 'our
birth F4. She is i' the rear o' her birth
Rowe (ed. 1). I' th' rear of birth
Hanmer. She is i' th' rear of birth
Johnson. She is i' the rear our birth
Boswell. She is i' th' rear'f our birth
Grant White.
[572] sir; for this] Hanmer. sir,
for this, F1. sir, for this, F2 F3 F4.
[576] medicine] medecin Theobald
conj.
[578] appear in Sicilia.] appeare in
Sicilia. F1. appeare in Sicily. F2.
appear in Sicily. F3 F4. appear in
Sicily—
Rowe. appear in Sicilia—
Boswell. appear't in Sicilia. Collier
(Collier MS.). appear so in Sicilia.
Staunton conj.
[582] mine] true Collier MS.
[583] [They talk aside.] Rowe.
[587] brooch] Steevens. browch Ff.
broch Capell.
[588] fasting] F1. fastning F2 F3
F4.
[589] throng] thronged Collier (Collier MS.).
[591] picture] pasture Anon. conj.
[592] My clown] My good clown
Rowe.
[594] wenches'] Johnson. wenches
Ff.
[596] ears] their ears Rann (Mason
conj.).
[598] would] could Long MS.
filed keys off] F3 F4. fill'd
keyes of F1 F2.
[600] nothing] noting Anon. conj.
[604] [Camillo....] Theobald.
[607] Leontes—] Rowe. Leontes?
Ff.
[609] Who] Whom Collier.
[Seeing A.] Theobald.
[612] [Aside. Theobald.
[613, 614] As three lines in Ff,
ending fellow ... man ... thee; as prose
first in Malone.
[613] why] come, why Hanmer.
wherefore Capell, reading 613, 614 as
two lines of verse.
[619] a necessity] necessity Steevens.
[621] [Giving money. Dyce.
[622, 626] [Aside]. Indicated by
brackets in Ff.
[624] dispatch ... gentleman is] now
dispatch ... gentleman 'S Capell, reading
as verse.
[625] flayed] fled Ff. flead Rowe.
[631] [Florizel....] Capell.
[635] your] thy Boswell.
[638] over] over you Rowe. ever
Collier (Egerton and Collier MS.).
overt Jervis conj.
[642, 643] no hat ... friend] As one
line in Hanmer.
[642] [Giving....] Capell.
[643] Adieu, sir.] Adieu, sir. [retiring,
Capell.
[645] [Talking with her aside. Capell.
[646] [Aside] Rowe.
[649] whose] his Anon. conj.
[653] [Exeunt....] Capell. Exit
Ff. Exit Flo and Per. (after
652). Exit (after line 653) Rowe.
[654] Scene xi. Pope.
hear] heard Hanmer.
[663, 664] thought it were ... would
not do't] thought it were not ... would
do't Hanmer. thought not it were ...
would do't Capell.
[665] Re-enter....] Dyce. Enter....
Ff.
[666] here is] F1 F2. here's F3 F4.
[677] those] these Theobald.
[687] know] know not Hanmer.
[688] [Aside] Rowe.
[690, 700] fardel] Steevens. Farthell
F1 F2 F3. Farthel F4. And passim.
[691, 694] [Aside] So marked by
Capell.
[693] at palace] at 'Pallace F1. at
Pallace F2 F3 F4. at the palace Rowe.
See note (xx).
[696] [Takes off....] Steevens (1793).
[698] an] Hanmer. and Ff.
[701] ages] age Rowe (ed. 2).
[702] to be] for to be Rowe (ed. 2).
[707] not stabbing] note-stabbing
Theobald conj.
not give] give Hanmer.
[709] manner] manour Hanmer.
[710] an't] Hanmer. and't F1 F2
F3. and' F4. and Rowe.
[715] or] F2 F3 F4. at F1. to Capell.
and Malone. See note (xxi).
[718] pluck] push Rowe (ed. 2).
[722, 759,
781] an't] Hanmer. and't Ff.
[723] pheasant] present Kenrick conj.
[725] pheasant, cock] Capell. pheazant
cock, Ff (pheasant F4).
[726] blessed] Ff. bless'd Pope.
[729] be but] but be Hanmer.
[732] to be] to me S. Walker conj.
[733] on's] of's Capell conj.
[734] fardel] Steevens. Farthell
F1 F2. Farthel F3 F4.
[747] hand-fast] band, fast Grant
White conj.
[752] germane] Iermaine F1 F2.
Jermain F3 F4.
[763] then stand] there stand Capell.
[774] behalfs] behalf F4.
[775] man] F1 F2. a man F3 F4.
the man Long MS.
[799] look] F3 F4. looke F1 F2. leake
Theobald conj.
[801, 802] blest] bless'd Ff.
[804] Exeunt S. and C.] Rowe.
Exeunt. F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
[809] back] luck Collier (Collier
MS.).
[815] [Exit.] Rowe. [Exeunt. Ff.
Enter Leontes,
Cleomenes,
Dion,
Paulina,
and Servants.
Cleo. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
5
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them forgive yourself.
Leon. Whilst I remember
Her and her virtues, I cannot forget
My blemishes in them, and so still think of
The wrong I did myself: which was so much,
10
That heirless it hath made my kingdom; and
Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man
Bred his hopes out of.
If, one by one, you wedded all the world,
Or from the all that are took something good,
15
To make a perfect woman, she you kill'd
Would be unparallel'd.
Leon. I think so. Kill'd!
Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
Upon my tongue as in my thought: now, good now,
Say so but seldom.
20
Cleo. Not at all, good lady:
You might have
spoken a thousand things that would
Have done the time more benefit and graced
[409]
Your kindness better.
Paul. You are one of those
Would have him wed again.
Dion. If you would not so,
25
You pity not the state, nor the remembrance
What dangers, by his highness' fail of issue,
May drop upon his kingdom and devour
Incertain lookers on. What were more holy
30
What holier than, for royalty's repair,
For present comfort and for future good,
To bless the bed of majesty again
With a sweet fellow to't?
Paul. There is none worthy,
35
Respecting her that's gone. Besides, the gods
For has not the divine Apollo
said,
Is't not the tenor of his oracle,
That King Leontes shall not have an heir
40
Till his lost child be found? which that it shall,
Is all as monstrous to our human reason
And come again to me; who, on my life,
Did perish with the infant. 'Tis your counsel
45
My lord should to the heavens be
contrary,
The crown will find an heir: great Alexander
Left his to the worthiest; so his successor
Was like to be the best.
50
Who hast the memory of Hermione,
I know, in honour, O, that ever I
[410]
Had squared me to thy counsel!—then, even now,
I might have look'd upon my queen's full eyes;
Have taken treasure from her
lips,—
Paul And left them
More rich for what they yielded.
55
Leon. Thou speak'st truth.
No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse,
And better used, would make her sainted spirit
Again possess her corpse, and on this
stage,Where we offenders now, appear soul-vex'd,
60
Paul. Had she such power,
Leon. She had; and would incense me
To murder her I married.
Paul. I should so.
Were I the ghost that
walk'd, I'ld bid you mark
Her eye, and tell me for what dull part in't
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You chose her; then I'ld shriek, that even your ears
Should rift to hear me; and the words that follow'd
Should be 'Remember mine.'
And all eyes else dead coals! Fear thou no wife;
I'll have no wife, Paulina.
Paul. Will you swear
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Never to marry but by my free leave?
Leon. Never, Paulina; so be
blest my spirit!
[411]
Paul. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
Cleo. You tempt him over-much.
Paul. Unless another,
As like Hermione as is her picture,
Affront his eye.
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Paul. I have done.
Yet, if my lord will marry,—if you will, sir,
No remedy, but you will,—give me the office
To choose
you a queen: she shall not be so young
As was your former; but she shall be such
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As, walk'd your first queen's ghost, it should take joy
To see her in your arms.
Leon. My true Paulina,
We shall not marry till thou bid'st us.
Paul. That
Shall be when your first queen's again in breath;
Never till then.
85
Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she
To your high presence.
Leon. What with him? he comes not
Like to his father's greatness: his approach,
90
So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
'Tis not a visitation framed, but forced
By need and accident. What train?
Gent. But few,
And those but mean.
Leon. His princess, say you, with him?
[412]
Gent. Ay, the most peerless piece of earth, I think,
That e'er the sun shone bright on.
95
Paul. O Hermione,
As every present time doth boast itself
Above a better gone, so must thy
graveGive way to what's seen now! Sir, you yourself
Have said and writ so, but your writing now
100
Is colder
than that theme, 'She had not been,
Nor was not to be equall'd;'—thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once: 'tis shrewdly ebb'd,
Gent. Pardon, madam:
The one I have almost forgot,—your pardon,—
105
The other, when she has obtain'd your eye,
Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal
Of all professors else; make proselytes
110
Gent. Women will love her, that she is a woman
More worth than any man; men, that she is
The rarest of all women.
Leon. Go, Cleomenes;
Yourself, assisted with your honour'd friends,
Bring them to our embracement. Still, 'tis strange
He thus should steal upon us.
115
Paul. Had our prince,
Jewel of children, seen this hour, he had pair'd
Well with this lord: there was not
full a month
Between their births.
Leon. Prithee, no more; cease; thou know'st
[413]
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He dies to me again when talk'd of: sure,
When I shall see this gentleman, thy speeches
Will bring me to consider that which may
Unfurnish me of reason. They are come.
Your mother was most true to wedlock,
prince;For she did print your royal father off,
Conceiving you: were I but twenty one,
Your father's image is so hit in you,
His very air, that I should call you brother,
As I did him, and speak of something wildly
130
By us perform'd before. Most dearly welcome!
I lost a couple, that 'twixt heaven and earth
Might thus have stood begetting wonder, as
You, gracious couple, do: and then I lost,
135
All mine own folly, the society,
Amity too, of your brave father,
whom,Though bearing misery, I desire my life
Have I here touch'd Sicilia, and from him
140
Give you all greetings, that a king,
at friend,
Can send his brother: and, but infirmity
Which waits upon worn times hath something seized
His wish'd ability, he had himself
The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his
145
Measured to look upon you; whom he loves,
He bade me say so, more than all the sceptres
And those that bear them living.
Leon. O my brother,
[414]
Good gentleman! the wrongs I have done thee stir
Afresh within me; and these thy offices,
150
So rarely kind, are as interpreters
Of my behind-hand slackness! Welcome hither,
As is the spring to the earth. And hath he too
Exposed this paragon to the fearful usage,
At least ungentle, of the dreadful Neptune,
155
To greet a man not worth her pains, much less
The adventure of her person?
Leon. Where the warlike Smalus,
That noble honour'd lord, is fear'd and loved?
Flo. Most royal sir, from thence; from him, whose daughter
160
A prosperous south-wind friendly, we have cross'd,
To execute the charge my father gave me,
For visiting your highness: my best train
I have from your Sicilian shores dismiss'd;
165
Who for Bohemia bend, to signify
Not only my success in Libya, sir,
But my arrival, and my wife's, in safety
Purge all infection from our air whilst you
170
Do climate here! You have a
holy father,
A graceful gentleman; against whose person,
So sacred as it is, I have done sin:
For which the heavens, taking angry note,
Have left me issueless; and your father's
blest,
As he from heaven merits it, with you
[415]
Worthy his goodness. What might I have been,
Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on,
Such goodly things as you!
Lord. Most noble sir,
That which I shall report will bear no credit,
180
Were not the proof so nigh. Please you, great sir,
Bohemia greets you from himself by me;
Desires you to attach his son, who has—
His dignity and duty both cast off—
Fled from his father, from his hopes, and with
A shepherd's daughter.
185
Leon. Where's Bohemia? speak.
Lord. Here in
your city; I now came from him:
I speak amazedly; and it becomes
My marvel and my message. To your court
Whiles he was hastening, in the chase, it seems,
190
Of this fair couple, meets he on the way
The father of this seeming lady and
Her brother, having both their country quitted
With this young prince.
Flo. Camillo has betray'd me;
Whose honour and whose honesty till now
Endured all weathers.
195
Lord. Lay't so to his charge:
He's with the king your father.
Lord. Camillo, sir; I spake with him; who now
Has these poor men in question. Never saw I
Wretches so quake: they kneel, they kiss the earth;
200
Forswear themselves as often as they speak:
Bohemia stops his ears, and threatens them
With divers deaths in death.
Per. O my poor father!
[416]
Our contract celebrated.
205
Flo. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;
The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first:
The odds for high and low's alike.
Leon. My lord,
Is this the daughter of a king?
Flo. She is,
When once she is my wife.
210
Leon. That 'once,' I see by your good father's speed,
Will come on very slowly. I am sorry,
Most sorry, you have broken from his liking
Where you were tied in duty, and as sorry
Your choice is not so rich in
worth as beauty,
That you might well enjoy her.
215
Flo. Dear, look up:
Should chase us with my father, power no jot
Hath she to change our loves. Beseech you, sir,
Remember since you owed no more to time
220
Step forth mine advocate; at your request
My father will grant precious things as trifles.
Leon. Would he do so, I'ld beg your precious mistress,
Which he counts but a trifle.
Paul. Sir, my liege,
225
Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month
'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes
Than what you look on now.
Leon. I thought of her,
Is yet unanswer'd. I will to your father:
230
Your honour not o'erthrown by your desires,
[417]
I now go toward him; therefore follow me
And mark what way I make: come, good my lord. [Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene I. A room....] Capell.
Enter....] Rowe. Enter L., C., D.,
P., Servants: Florizel, Perdita. Ff.
[12] Paul. True, too true] Theobald.
true. Paul. Too true. Ff. Paul.
'Tis true, too true Long MS.
[17] She I kill'd!] kill'd?—She I
kill'd? Theobald.
[21] spoken] spoke Pope.
[24] so] om. Hanmer.
[26] name] dame Reed (1803).
little] a little Heath conj.
[30] queen is well?] queen? This
will. Hanmer (Warburton).
[36] fulfill'd] fulfill'n F2.
[37] said,] F4. said? F1 F2 F3.
[42] Antigonus] Antigomus F2.
[45] contrary] contray F2.
[46] [To L.] To the King. Theobald.
[49] Good] Ah! good Hanmer.
Thou good Capell. My good Keightley
conj.
[54] lips,—] Capell. lips. Ff. lips!
Pope.
[58, 59] stage ... appear] stage, (Where
we offenders now) appear, Knight. stage
(Where we offenders now appeare) Ff
(appear F3 F4). stage, (Where ... now)
appear Theobald. stage, (Where we
offended anew) appear Hanmer. stage,
Were we offenders now—appear Heath
conj. stage (Where we offenders now
appear, soul-vex'd) Steevens conj. stage
(Where we offended,) now appear Jackson
conj. stage (Where we offend her)
new appear Spedding conj. stage,
(Where we offenders move) appear
Delius conj. stage, Where we're offenders
now, appear Anon conj.
[60] And begin, 'Why to me?']
And begin, why to me? F1. And begin,
why to me; F2 F3. And begin,
why to me. F4. Begin, 'And why to
me?' Capell. And begin, Why? to me.
Rann (Mason conj.). See note (xxii).
[61] cause] F3 F4. such cause F1 F2.
[63] walk'd] wak'd Rowe (ed.2).
Servant post. Collier MS.
[67] Stars, stars] Stars, very stars
Hanmer.
[71] blest] bless'd Ff.
[75] Cleo. Good madam,— Paul.
I have done] Capell. Cleo. Good
madam, I have done Ff. Cleo. Good
madam, pray have done Rowe.
[78] you a] your Anon. conj.
[84] Enter a Gentleman.] Theobald.
Enter a Servant. Ff. Enter a
Servant-post. Collier MS.
[85] Scene II. Pope.
Gent.] Ser. Ff (and throughout
the scene).
out himself] himself out Pope.
[87] fairest I have] Ff. fair'st I've
S. Walker conj.
[94] Ay,] I: Ff. Yes; Rowe.
[97] grave] grace Collier (Egerton
MS.).
[100] than] on Hanmer.
[103] you have] you've Pope.
[106] This is] This is such Hanmer.
This' S. Walker conj.
creature] creature, who Keightley
conj.
[109] who] whom Hanmer.
bid] did Collier (ed. 1).
[114] Exeunt C....] Exeunt C.,
Lords, and Gentlemen. Capell. Exit.
Ff.
[117] full a] F1 F2. a full F3 F4.
[119] Prithee] Pray S. Walker conj.
cease] om. Hanmer.
[123] Re-enter C....] Re-enter
Cleomenes, &c. with Florizel and
Perdita. Capell. Enter Florizell, Perdita,
Cleomenes, and others. Ff.
[124] Scene III. Pope.
[131] your] you Boswell.
princess,—goddess] princesse
(goddese) F1 F2. princess (goddess) F3
F4. princess-goddess S. Walker conj.
[136] whom,] whom,— Malone.
[138] on him] on Theobald. upon
Steevens.
By] Sir, by Theobald.
[140] at friend] F1. as friend F2
F3 F4. a friend Steevens conj. and
friend Harness (Malone conj.). at
friends Seymour conj.
[157, 166] Libya] Libia F1 F2. Lybia
F3 F4. Lydia or Lycia Douce conj.
[159] Most ... daughter] Hanmer. As
two lines in Ff, ending Sir ... daughter.
[160] his, parting] Hanmer. his
parting Ff. her parting Thirlby conj.
at parting Heath conj.
[168] we are] we happily are Hanmer.
The blessed] Oh! may the
blessed or And may the blessed Mitford
conj. The ever-blessed Anon. apud
Halliwell conj.
[170] holy] noble Collier MS.
[174] blest] bless'd Ff.
[178] Scene IV. Pope.
[186] your] the Reed (1803).
[189] Whiles] Whilst Rowe.
[203] sets spies upon] which sets
spies on Hanmer.
[214] worth] birth Hanmer (Warburton).
[216] Fortune, visible] Fortune visible,
Hanmer.
[220] affections,] Ff. affections.
Warburton.
[228] [To Florizel.] Theobald.
[231] I am] I'm Pope.
friend] a friend Reed (1803).
Enter Autolycus and a Gentleman.
Aut. Beseech you, sir, were you present at this relation?
First Gent. I was by at the opening of the fardel, heard
the old shepherd deliver the manner how he found it:
whereupon, after a little amazedness, we were all commanded
5
out of the chamber; only this methought I heard
the shepherd say, he found the child.
Aut. I would most gladly know the issue of it.
First Gent. I make a broken delivery of the business;
but the changes I perceived in the king and Camillo were
10
very notes of admiration: they seemed almost, with staring
on one another, to tear the cases of their eyes; there was
speech in their dumbness, language in their
very gesture;
they looked
as they had heard of a world ransomed, or one
destroyed: a notable passion of wonder appeared in them;
15
but the wisest beholder, that knew no more but seeing,
could not say if the importance were joy or sorrow; but in
the extremity of the one, it must needs be.
Here comes a gentleman that
haply knows more. The
news, Rogero?
20
Sec. Gent. Nothing but bonfires: the oracle is fulfilled;
the king's daughter is found: such a deal of wonder is
[418]
broken out within this hour, that ballad-makers cannot be
able to express it.
Here comes the Lady Paulina's steward: he can deliver
25
you more. How goes it now, sir? this news which is
called true is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in
strong suspicion: has the king found his heir?
circumstance: that which you hear you'll swear you see,
30
there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen
Hermione's, her jewel about the neck of it, the letters of
Antigonus found with it which they know to be his character,
the majesty of the creature in resemblance of the
mother, the affection of nobleness which nature shows
35
above her breeding, and many other evidences proclaim
her with all certainty to be the king's daughter. Did you
see the meeting of the two kings?
Third Gent. Then have you lost a sight, which was to
40
be seen, cannot be spoken of. There might you have beheld
one joy crown another, so and in such manner, that
it seemed sorrow wept to take leave of them, for their joy
waded in tears. There was casting up of eyes, holding up
of hands, with countenance of such distraction, that they
45
were to be known by garment, not by favour. Our king,
being ready to leap out of himself for joy of his found daughter,
as if that joy were now become a loss, cries 'O, thy
mother, thy mother!' then asks Bohemia forgiveness; then
embraces his son-in-law; then again worries he his daughter
50
with clipping her; now he thanks the old shepherd,
whichreigns. I never heard of such another encounter, which
lames report to follow it and undoes description
to do it.
[419]
Sec. Gent. What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that
55
carried hence the child?
Third Gent. Like an old tale still, which will have
matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear
open. He was torn to pieces
with a bear: this avouches
the shepherd's son; who has not only his innocence, which
60
seems much, to justify him, but a handkerchief and rings
of his that Paulina knows.
First Gent. What became of his bark and his followers?
Third Gent. Wrecked the same instant of their master's
death and in the view of the shepherd: so that all the instruments
65
which aided to expose the child were even then
lost when it was found. But O, the noble combat that
'twixt joy and sorrow was fought in Paulina! She had one
eye declined for the loss of her husband, another elevated
that the oracle was fulfilled: she lifted the princess from the
70
earth, and so
locks her in embracing, as if she would pin her
to her heart that she might no more be in danger of
losing.
First Gent. The dignity of this act was worth the audience
of kings and princes; for by such was it acted.
Third Gent. One of the prettiest touches of all and that
75
which angled for mine eyes,
caught the water though not
the
fish, was when, at the relation of the queen's death, with
the manner how she came to 't
bravely confessed and lamented
by the king, how attentiveness wounded his daughter;
till, from one sign of dolour to another, she did, with
80
an 'Alas,' I would fain say, bleed tears, for I am sure my
colour; some
swooned, all sorrowed: if all the world could
have seen 't, the woe had been universal.
First Gent. Are they returned to the court?
85
Third Gent. No: the princess hearing of her mother's
[420]
statue, which is in the keeping of Paulina,—a piece many
years in doing and now newly performed by that rare Italian
master, Julio Romano, who, had he himself eternity and
could put breath into his work, would beguile Nature of her
90
custom, so perfectly he is her ape: he so near to Hermione
hath done Hermione, that they say one would speak to her
and stand in hope of answer:—thither with all greediness of
affection are they gone, and there they intend to sup.
Sec. Gent. I thought she had some great matter there
95
in hand; for she hath privately twice or thrice a day, ever
since the death of Hermione, visited that removed house.
Shall we thither and with our company piece the rejoicing?
First Gent. Who would be thence that has the benefit
of access? every
wink of an eye, some new grace will be
born: our absence makes us unthrifty to our knowledge.
Aut. Now,
had I not the dash of my former life in me,
would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old
man and his son aboard the prince; told him I heard them
105
talk of a fardel and I know not what: but he at that time,
overfond of the shepherd's daughter, so he then took her
to be, who began to be much sea-sick, and himself little
better,
extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained
undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I
110
been the finder out of this secret, it would not have relished
among my other discredits.
Enter Shepherd
and Clown.
Here come those I have done good to against my will,
and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune.
Shep. Come, boy; I am past
moe children, but thy
115
sons and daughters will be all gentlemen born.
Clo. You are well met, sir. You denied to fight with
[421]
me
this other day, because I was no gentleman born. See
you these clothes? say you see them not and think me
still no gentleman born: you were best say these robes are
120
not gentlemen born: give me the lie, do, and try whether
I am not now a gentleman born.
Aut. I know you are now, sir, a gentleman born.
Clo. Ay, and have been so any time these four hours.
Shep. And so have I, boy.
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Clo. So you have: but I was a gentleman born before
my father; for the king's son took me by the hand, and
called me brother; and then the two kings called my father
brother; and then the prince my brother and the princess
my sister called my father father; and so we wept, and
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there was the first gentleman-like tears that ever we shed.
Shep. We may live, son, to shed many more.
Clo. Ay; or else 'twere hard luck, being in so pre-posterous
estate as we are.
Aut. I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the
135
faults I have committed to your worship and to give me
your good report to the prince my master.
Shep. Prithee, son, do; for we must be gentle, now we
are gentlemen.
Clo. Thou wilt amend thy life?
140
Aut. Ay,
an it like your good worship.
Clo. Give me thy hand: I will swear to the prince thou
art as honest a true fellow as any is in Bohemia.
Shep. You may say it, but not swear it.
Clo. Not swear it, now I am a gentleman? Let boors
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and franklins say it, I'll swear it.
Shep. How if it be false, son?
Clo. If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear
it in the behalf of his friend: and I'll swear to the prince
thou art a tall fellow of thy hands and that thou wilt not
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be drunk; but I know thou art no tall fellow of thy hands
and that thou wilt be drunk: but I'll swear it, and I would
thou wouldst be a tall fellow of thy hands.
[422]
Aut. I will prove so, sir, to my power.
Clo. Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not
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wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a
tall fellow, trust me not. Hark! the kings and the princes,
our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come,
follow us: we'll be thy good
masters.
[Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
Scene ii.] Scene v. Pope.
Before ...] The same. Before
the Palace. Capell. Near the court
in Sicily. Theobald.
[2] First Gent.] Gent. 1. Ff.
[12] very] every Anon. conj.
[13] as they] as if they Rowe.
[18] haply] Collier. happily Ff.
[20] Sec. Gent.] Gent. 2. Ff (and
throughout).
[28] Third Gent.] Gent. 3. Ff (and
throughout).
[31] Hermione's] Hermiones Ff.
Hermione Rowe.
[50] which] who Rowe.
[51] weather-bitten] F1 F2. weather-beaten
F3 F4.
[53] to do it] to draw it Hanmer.
to do it justice Singer conj. to show it
Collier (Collier MS.).
[57] matter] matters F4.
[58] with] of Capell conj.
[63] Wrecked] Wrackt Ff.
[70] locks] lock'd Hanmer.
[71] losing] losing her Collier (Collier
MS.).
[75] caught] and caught Keightley
conj.
[75, 76] caught ... fish] omitted by
Hanmer (Warburton).
[77] bravely] heavily Collier (Collier
MS.).
[81] marble there] F3. marble,
there F1 F2. marble there, F4.
[82] swooned] Pope. swownded F1 F2.
swounded F3 F4.
[99] wink] winking S.Walker conj.,
reading lines 98-101 as four lines of
verse, ending benefit ... eye ... makes us ...
along.
[101] Exeunt Gentlemen.] Capell.
Exit. Ff. Exeunt. Rowe.
[102] had I not] had not I Rowe
(ed. 2).
[108] extremity] and extremity
Keightley conj.
[112] Scene vi. Pope.
[114] moe] F1. more F2 F3 F4.
[117] this other] the other Hanmer.
[140] an] Hanmer. and Ff.
[158] masters] F1. master F2 F3 F4.
Leon. O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
That I have had of thee!
Paul. What, sovereign sir,
I did not well, I meant well. All my services
You have paid home: but that you have vouchsafed
5
With your crown'd brother and these your contracted
Heirs of your kingdoms, my poor house to visit,
It is a surplus of your grace, which never
My life may last to answer.
Leon. O Paulina,
We honour you with trouble: but we came
10
To see the statue of our queen: your gallery
Have we pass'd through, not without much content
In many singularities; but we saw not
That which my daughter came to look upon,
The statue of her mother.
Paul. As she lived peerless,
15
So her dead likeness, I do well believe,
Excels whatever yet
you look'd upon
Or hand of man hath done; therefore I keep it
[423]
Lonely, apart. But here it is: prepare
To see the life as lively mock'd as ever
20
Still sleep mock'd death: behold, and say 'tis well.
[
Paulina draws a curtain, and discovers Hermione standing like a statue.I like your silence, it the more shows off
Your wonder: but yet speak; first, you, my liege.
Comes it not something near?
Leon. Her natural posture!
Chide me, dear stone, that I may say indeed
25
Thou art Hermione; or rather, thou art she
In thy not chiding, for she was as tender
As infancy and grace. But yet, Paulina,
Hermione was not so
much wrinkled, nothing
So aged as this seems.
30
Paul. So much the more our carver's excellence;
Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes her
As she lived now.
Leon. As now she might have done,
So much to my good comfort, as it is
Now piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,
35
Even with such life of majesty, warm life,
As now it coldly stands, when first I woo'd her!
I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me
For being more stone than it? O royal piece
There's magic in thy majesty, which has
40
My evils conjured to remembrance, and
From
thy admiring daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee.
Per. And give me leave,
And do not say 'tis superstition, that
I kneel and
then implore her blessing. Lady,
Dear queen, that ended when I but began,
Give me that hand of yours to kiss.
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Paul. O, patience!
The statue is but newly fix'd, the
colour's
Cam. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,
50
Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,
So many summers dry: scarce any joy
Did ever so long live; no
sorrowBut kill'd itself much sooner.
Pol. Dear my brother,
Let him that was the cause of this have power
55
To take off so much grief from you as he
Will piece up in himself.
Paul. Indeed, my lord,
If I had thought the sight of my poor image
Would thus have wrought you, for the stone
is mine,
I'ld not have show'd it.
Leon. Do not draw the curtain.
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Paul. No longer shall you gaze on't, lest your fancy
Leon. Let be, let be.
Would I were dead, but that, methinks,
already—What was he that did make it? See, my lord,
Would you not deem it breathed? and that those veins
Did verily bear blood?
65
Pol. Masterly done:
The very life seems warm upon her lip.
Leon. The
fixure of her eye has motion in't,
As we
are mock'd with art.
Paul. I'll draw the curtain:
My lord's almost so far transported that
He'll think anon it lives.
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70
Leon. O sweet Paulina,
Make me to think so twenty years together!
No settled senses of the world can match
The pleasure of that madness.
Let't alone.
Paul. I am sorry, sir, I have thus far stirr'd you: but
75
Leon. Do, Paulina;
For this affliction has a taste as sweet
As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks,
There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel
Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me,
For I will kiss her.
80
Paul. Good my lord, forbear:
The ruddiness upon her lip is wet;
You'll mar it if you kiss it, stain your own
With oily painting. Shall I draw the curtain?
Leon. No, not these twenty years.
Per. So long could I
Stand by, a looker on.
85
Paul. Either forbear,
Quit presently the chapel, or resolve you
For more amazement. If you can behold it,
I'll make the statue move indeed, descend
And take you by the hand: but then you'll think,
90
Which I protest against I am assisted
By wicked powers.
Leon. What you can make her do,
I am content to look on: what to speak,
I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy
To make her speak as move.
Paul. It is required
95
You do awake your faith. Then all stand still;
I am about, let them depart.
Leon. Proceed:
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No foot shall stir.
Paul. Music, awake her; strike!
'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;
100
Strike all that look
upon with marvel. Come,
I'll fill your grave up: stir, nay, come away,
Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs:
Start not; her actions shall be holy as
105
You hear my spell is lawful: do not shun her
Until you see her die again; for then
You kill her double. Nay, present your hand:
When she was young you woo'd her; now in age
Leon. O, she's warm!
110
If this be magic, let it be an art
Lawful as eating.
If she pertain to life let her speak too.
Pol. Ay, and
make't manifest where she has lived,
Or how stolen from the dead.
115
Paul. That she is living,
Were it but told you, should be hooted at
Like an old tale: but it appears she lives,
Though yet she speak not. Mark a little while.
Please you to interpose, fair madam: kneel
120
And pray your mother's blessing. Turn, good lady;
Her. You gods, look down
And from your sacred
vials pour your graces
Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own,
Where hast thou been preserved? where lived? how found
125
Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I,
Knowing by Paulina that the oracle
Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved
Myself to see the issue.
Paul. There's time enough for that;
Lest they desire upon this push to trouble
130
Your joys with like relation. Go together,
You precious winners all; your exultation
Partake to every one. I, an old turtle,
Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there
My mate, that's never to be found again,
Lament till I am lost.
135
Leon. O, peace, Paulina!
Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent,
As I by thine a wife: this is a match,
And made between's by vows. Thou hast found mine;
But how, is to be question'd; for I saw her,
140
As I thought, dead; and have in vain said many
A prayer upon her grave. I'll not seek far,—
For him, I partly know his mind,—to find thee
An honourable husband. Come, Camillo,
And take her
by the hand, whose worth and honesty
Is richly noted and here justified
By us, a pair of kings. Let's from this place.
What! look upon my brother: both your
pardons,
That e'er I put between your holy looks
My ill suspicion.
This your son-in-law,
Is troth-plight to your daughter. Good Paulina,
[428]
Lead us from hence, where we may leisurely
Each one demand, and answer to his part
Perform'd in this wide gap of time, since first
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We were dissever'd: hastily lead away.
[Exeunt.
[429]
LINENOTES:
Scene iii.] Scene vii. Pope.
A chapel ...] A Chapel in Paulina's
House: at upper End a Nich;
a Curtain before it. Capell.
Lords and Attendants.] Rowe.
Hermione (like a Statue:) Lords, &c.
Ff.
[16] you] you've Anon. conj.
[18] Lonely] Hanmer. Louely F1.
Lovely F2 F3 F4. See note (xxiii).
[20] [Paulina ...] Rowe.
[28] much] om. Seymour conj.
[41] thy] my Theobald.
[44] then] thus Collier (Collier MS.).
[47] colour's] colours S. Walker
conj.
[48] [Staying Perdita. Capell.
[52, 53] sorrow But] sorrow but It
S. Walker conj.
[58] is mine,] i' th' mine Tyrwhitt
conj.
[61] moves] move Pope.
[62] already—] Rowe. alreadie. F1.
already. F2 F3 F4. already I am but
dead stone, looking upon stone Collier
(Collier MS.). already I'm in heaven,
amd looking on an angel. Anon. apud
Singer conj.
[67] fixure] fixture F4. fissure
Warburton conj.
[68] As] And Capell. So Mason
conj.
are] were Rowe (ed. 2).
[73] Let't] Let Johnson.
[74] I am] I'm Pope.
[75] farther] F1 F2. further F3 F4.
[80] my] me F2.
[96] On: those] Ff. And those
Pope. Or those Hanmer.
[98] [Music.] Rowe.
[100] upon] on you Hanmer. upon
you Keightley conj. upon't Anon.
conj.
[103] [Hermione ...] Rowe.
[109] suitor?] Ff. suitor. Rowe
(ed. 2).
[Embracing her. Rowe.
[112, 113] She hangs... too] Arranged
by S. Walker as two lines, ending
pertain ... too.
[114] make't] Capell. make it Ff.
make Hanmer.
[121] [Presenting Perdita, who
kneels to Her. Rowe.
[122] vials] Pope. viols Ff.
[129] Lest] F3 F4. Least F1 F2.
[144] by the] om. Collier (Collier
MS.).
[147] [To Her. Hanmer.
[149] This] This' S. Walker conj.
[150] whom heavens directing,] from
heav'n's directing, Hanmer. who,
heavens directing, Capell. (whom
heavens directing,) Malone.
[155] We were] F1 F2. Were F3 F4.
NOTES.
Note I.
I. 2. 42. Warburton, who reads 'good heed' with the later Folios,
says that Mr Theobald, not understanding the phrase, altered it to
'good deed.' In reality Theobald recalled the reading of the first
Folio, which Warburton had not taken the trouble to collate.
Note II.
I. 2. 154. 'Methoughts' is of course a form grammatically inaccurate,
suggested by the more familiar 'methinks.' It occurs, however,
sufficiently often in the old editions to warrant us in supposing
that it came from the author's pen. We therefore retain it.
Note III.
I. 2. 272. Mr Collier tells us that some copies of the second Folio
read 'think it.' Ours has 'think.'
Note IV.
I. 2. 459. Johnson says: 'Dr Warburton's conjecture is, I think,
just; but what shall be done with the following words of which I can
make nothing? Perhaps the line, which connected them to the rest,[430]
is lost.' In fact we should have expected Polixenes to say that
his flight without Hermione would be the best means not only of
securing his own safety but of dispelling the suspicions Leontes entertained
of his queen.
Note V.
II. 1. 136. The Folios spell 'than' and 'then' indifferently 'then.'
In this passage Malone was inclined to restore 'then.'
Note VI.
II. 1. 143. If 'land-damn' be the right reading it has not yet
received a satisfactory explanation. The word 'lamback' which in
his first edition Mr Collier offered as a conjecture, he afterwards found
in the corrected copy of the second Folio. But with the sense which
he assigns to it 'to beat,' it seems an anticlimax after the threat contained
in the line preceding. We omitted to record in our note that
Dr Nicholson proposes to read 'Lent-damn.'
Note VII.
II. 3. 177. 'It,' as a possessive pronoun, is found again in this play
(III. 2. 99). In the latter place Rowe was the first to make the correction
'its.' In The Tempest (II. 1. 157), as here, the change is made by
the third Folio. See our note on that passage. It is remarkable that
the only comedies in which this ancient usage occurs, viz. The Tempest
and The Winter's Tale, are among the latest of our author's works.
Perhaps the printer is responsible for the singularity.
Mr Staunton has mentioned the following instances in the Histories
and Tragedies: King John, ii. 1, Timon of Athens, v. 2, King
Lear, i. 4, Hamlet, i. 2 and v. 1. 'It' occurs besides in Henry V., v. 2,
Cymbeline, iii. 4, Romeo and Juliet, i. 3, and Antony and Cleopatra,
ii. 7.
In Hamlet, i. 2, the first Quarto has his, the first Folio, published
twenty years later, has it. In the same play, v. 1, one of the Quartos
has it's. Professor Craik quotes also from the Quarto, ith or it in
King Lear, iv. 2. But the two Quartos of 1608 in Capell's collection
both read it. 'Its' is found in The Tempest, i. 2. 95, 393, Measure
for Measure, i. 2. 4, Winter's Tale, i. 2. 151, 152, 157, 266, iii. 3. 46,
2 Henry VI. iii. 2, Henry VIII. i. 1. On the whole we think it
most probable that Shakespeare would not deliberately have written
it for its, or his, except when imitating the language of rustics or
children. It is only fair, however, to mention that Mr Staunton and
Professor Craik are of a different opinion. After all it is not of very
great consequence which form we preserve in the text, as we carefully
record all the minutest variations at the foot of the page.
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Note VIII.
III. 2. 10. The first Folio prints 'silence' in italics, like a stage-direction.
The subsequent Folios have 'Silence. Enter,' also in italics.
Rowe printed it, as we have done, as part of the officer's speech.
Capell assigned it to a crier, and Mr Dyce, in support of this, quotes
the commencement of Queen Catharine's trial, in Henry the Eighth, ii.
4. But there is no reason why in this play the officer who has already
spoken should not also command silence.
Note IX.
III. 2. 41. "It is surprising," says Mr Staunton, "that this passage
should have passed without question, for grief must surely be an error.
Hermione means that life to her is of as little estimation as the most
trivial thing which she would part with; and she expresses the same
sentiment shortly after in similar terms,—'no life,—I prize it not a
straw.' Could she speak of grief as a trifle, of no moment or importance?"
Is not the meaning this, that Hermione now holds life and grief to
be inseparable and would willingly be rid of both? Johnson's note
is to this effect.
Note X.
III. 3. 59. If written in Arabic numerals 16 would be more likely
to be mistaken for 10 than 13, which Capell suggested. Besides
'sixteen' seems to suit the context better than 'thirteen.' Another
mistake of one number for another occurs IV. 2. 3, but this may have
been an error on the author's part.
Note XI.
III. 3. 122. Capell's copy of the first Folio has distinctly 'fight.'
A copy in the possession of the Rev. N. M. Ferrers, Fellow of Gonville
and Caius College, has as distinctly 'sight.'
[432]
Note XII.
IV. 1. 1. Johnson followed Theobald and Warburton in printing
Time's speech at the end of the third act, but said in his note: 'I
believe this speech of Time rather begins the fourth act than concludes
the third.' He had not referred, apparently, to the Folios or to Rowe
and Pope. Theobald did not mean to include the speech in either
act, but drew a line above it to mark that it was an interlude between
the third and fourth. Warburton, and Johnson after him, omitted
the line.
Note XIII.
IV. 3. 48. A writer in The Gentleman's Magazine, 1st series,
Vol. LX. p. 306, suggests that by 'me—' in this place is meant 'mercy,'
and that the clown's exclamation is interrupted by Autolycus.
Note XIV.
IV. 4. 82. We have retained here the spelling 'gillyvors' in preference
to the more familiar form 'gillyflowers,' because the latter is
due to an etymological error. The original word is 'caryophyllus,'
which becomes 'girofle' in French, and thence by metathesis 'gilofre,'
'gillyvor.'
Note XV.
IV. 4. 263. We have retained wives in this passage because
Steevens' reading wives' is too strictly grammatical to accord with the
reckless volubility of the charlatan. To be consistent, Steevens ought
to have printed witnesses' for witnesses in line 275.
Note XVI.
IV. 4. 288. The first three Folios read thus;
Song. Get you hence for I must goe
Aut. Where it fits not you to know.
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The fourth thus:
Song.
Get you hence for I must go,
Aut. Where fits not you to know.
Rowe first set it right.
Note XVII.
IV. 4. 328. We have adopted the spelling 'squier' here, as in
Love's Labour's Lost, v. 2. 474, because the word in this sense is now
obsolete, and because this spelling comes nearest to 'esquierre,' from
which it is derived.
Note XVIII.
IV. 4. 417. We have followed Rowe in ejecting the first 'never'
from the line, for these reasons. 1. The misprint is of a very common
sort. The printer's eye caught the word at the end of the line. 2.
The metre is improved by the change. The line was made doubly
inharmonious by the repetition of 'never.' 3. The sense is improved.
Polixenes would rather make light of his son's sighs than dwell so
emphatically upon their cause.
Note XIX.
IV. 4. 504. We think Malone's stage direction 'going' was inserted
under a mistaken view of Florizel's meaning. He apologises to
Camillo for talking apart with Perdita in his presence. At the commencement
of this whispered conversation he said to Camillo, 'I'll
hear you by and by,' and at the close of it he turns again to him with
'Now, good Camillo;' &c.
Note XX.
IV. 4. 693. In the first Folio the reading is 'at 'Pallace,' the apostrophe,
if it be not a misprint, pointing either to the omission of the
article or its absorption in rapid pronunciation, as in iv. 4. 105, 'with'
Sun.' Perhaps the Clown speaks of the King being 'at palace' as he
would have spoken of an ordinary man being 'at home.'
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Note XXI.
IV. 4. 715. The first Folio has 'at toaze,' which is apparently a
corruption. The subsequent Folios read 'or toaze,' which in default
of a more certain correction we have adopted. It is not improbable,
however, that Autolycus may have coined a word to puzzle the
clowns, which afterwards puzzled the printers.
Note XXII.
V. I. 60. Steevens distinctly claims as his own the emendation
which is due to Capell, and credit has been given him for it by Malone
and subsequent editors. In a similar manner he appropriates Capell's
division of the speeches in line 75 as a conjecture of his own. Malone
proposes to retain the reading of the Folios in lines 58-60, with a
different punctuation, thus:
"Again possess her corpse, (and on the stage
Where we offenders now appear soul-vex'd)
And begin, 'why to me?'"
In the last words there is probably a corruption which cannot be
removed by simple transposition.
Note XXIII.
V. 3. 18. Mr Halliwell says that 'Lonely' is the reading of the
first Folio. Capell's copy has 'Lowely,' and the same is found in
Mr Ferrers' copy.
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NOTICES OF THE PRESS.
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adopted by any; a plan so excellent in itself, and so well carried
out, that we have no hesitation in saying that it is likely to be,
when completed, the most useful one to the scholar and intelligent
reader which has yet appeared."—Athenæum.
"We regard the appearance of the Cambridge Shakespeare
as an epoch in editing the works of the foremost man in the
dramatic world. Besides many positive virtues in this edition, the
hitherto prevailing errors are avoided. The gross blunders and
unauthorized fancies of generations of editors are banished from
the text; the more tolerable or the less noxious conjectures are
removed to the notes; space is allowed and justice is rendered to
all former labourers in the editorial field. He who is indifferent
to verbal criticism may read in peace an orthodox text; and he
who is curious in such matters will find various readings supplied
to him in full measure."—Saturday Review.
"There were, indeed, plenty of editions of Shakespeare, great
and small, with plenty of notes small and great, but a critical
text founded at once upon the exhaustive collation of all existing
sources, and upon the immense mass of learning and conjecture
accumulated by Shakespearian scholars, was absolutely wanting."—Spectator.
"The very edition so long needed, and the most perfect that
has ever been produced.... The Shakespearian collection given
by Capell to Trinity Library, Cambridge, supplies, say the editors,
a mass of materials almost unrivalled in amount and value, and
in some points unique; and they have thus enjoyed facilities for
the execution of their task which few besides could have possessed....
Not only will this Cambridge Shakespeare be the choice
of numbers who must be content with a single copy for the shelf
and fireside, but all lovers of the dramatist will be compelled and
will be eager to add it to the collection of best editions they may
already have acquired."—Nonconformist.
"A work which, when complete, will deserve to take its place
as the Library Edition of Shakespeare. While the greater part of
the contents can never grow old, it will have a value far superior
to that of a conjecturally amended text, or a simple reprint of the
first folio. It shows us, with singular conciseness and clearness,
how much, or how little, previous editors have been able to do
for the text, and thus gives us the results of many men's labours....
We have the result of the latest investigations without the pain
of seeing critic or commentator struggling over the text of Shakespeare."—Guardian.
"Hitherto the ordinary reader has never been able to ascertain
for himself the extent to which the original text of the poet
has been tampered with, or even to apportion to various emendators
the proper share of merit due to them for their conjectures.
The Cambridge Shakespeare supplies them the means of solving
both these problems, and will thus enable the ordinary reader to
construct, as it were, a text for himself. So careful and extensive
a collation of texts as that made in this edition has rarely, if ever,
been made with respect to ancient author of Greece or Rome."—Daily
News.
Transcriber notes:
P. 81. Linenote: 60 should be 61, changed.
P. 265 Linenote:65. 'olly' changed to 'folly'.
P. 270. Linenote: 28 'Youth to fight' is 31, changed.
P. 413. linenote:123. 'Cleomines' changed to 'Cleomenes'.
Fixed various punctuation.
