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And spoke to you just as you would have snatcht | And leave your youth, your honour, and your me:

state, You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye; And all those dear delights you worshipped here. Would you were out o'th' house!

[Noise belou. Duke. I would I were,

Duke. The noise again! O' that condition I had leapt a window.

Cac. (Below.] Some small beer, if you love Marg. And that's the least leap, if you mean to 'scape, sir.

Marg. The devil haunts you sure, your sins Why what a frantic man were you to come here,

are mighty; What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds, A drunken devil too, to plague your villany. To wound another deeper ?

Duke. Preserve me but this once. Duke. Are you honest then?

Marg. There's a deep well Marg. Yes, then, and now, and ever, and ex- the next yard, if you dare venture drowning; cellent honest,

It is but death. And exercise this pastime but to shew уе,

Duke. I would not die so wretchedly. Great men are fools sometimes as well as Marg. Out of a garret window I'll let you wretches.

down then. Would you were well hurt, with any hope of life, But say the rope be rotten? 'tis huge high too. Cut to the brains, or run clean through the body, Duke. Have you no mercy ? To get out quietly as you got in, sir.

Marg. Now you are frighted thoroughly, I wish it like a friend that loves you dearly; And find what 'tis to play the fool in folly, For if my husband take ye, and take ye thus a And see with clear eyes your detested folly, counterfeit,

I'll be your guard.
One that would clip his credit out of his honour, Duke. And I'll be your true servant,
He must kill ye presently;

Ever from this hour virtuously to love ye,
There is no mercy, nor an hour of pity; Chastely and modestly to look upon ye,
And for me to entreat in such an agony,

And here I seal it.
Would shew me littie better than one guilty : Marg. I may kiss a stranger, for you must nove
Have you any mind to a lady now?

Duke. Would I were off fair !
If ever lady caught me in a trap more-

Enter LEON, JUAN, ALONZO, SANCHIO. Mary. If you be well and lusty; fie, fie, shake Lem. How do you, my lord ? not !

Methinks

you look but poorly on this matter. You say you love me; come, come, bravely now, Has

my wife wounded ye? ye were well before. Despise all danger, I am ready for ye.

Pray, sir, be comforted, I have forgot all, Duke. She mocks my misery; thou cruel lady! Truly forgiven too. Wife, you are a right one, Marg. Thou cruel ford ! wouldst thou betray And now with unknown nations I dare trust ye. my honesty ?

Juun. No more feigned fights, my lord; they Betray it in mine own house, wrong my husband,

never prosper: Like a night-thief, thou dar’st not name by day- Leon. Who's this? the devil in the vault? light?

Alt. 'Tis he, sir, and as lovingly drunk as Duke. I am most miserable.

though he had studied it. Marg. You are indeed,

Cae. Give me a cup of sack, and kiss me, lady; And, like a foolish thing, you have made your- Kiss my sweet face, and make thy husband cuck

old; Could not your own discretion tell ye, sir, An ocean of sweet sack; shall we speak treason? When I was married I was none of yours?

Leon. He is devilish drunk. Your eyes were then commanded to look off me, Duke. I had thought he had been a devil, And I now stand in a circle, and secure,

He made as many noises, and as horrible. Your spells nor power can never reach my body; Leon. Oh, a true lover, sir, will lament loudly. Mark me but this, and then, sir, be most miser- Which of the butts is your mistress? able ;

Cac. Butt in thy belly, 'Tis sacrilege to violate a wedlock;

Leon. There's two in thine, I'm sure, 'tis grown You rob two temples, make yourself twice guilty,

so monstrous. You ruin hers, and spot her noble husband's. Caca. Butt in thy face. Duke. Let me begone; I'll never more at- Leon. Go carry him to sleep; tempt ye.

A fool's love should be drunk; he has paid well Marg. You cannot go, 'tis not in me to save ye;

for't too. Dare ye do ill, and poorly then shrink under it? When he is sober, let him out to rail, Were I the duke Medina, I would fight now, Or hang himself; there will be no loss of him. For you must fight, and bravely, it concerns you.

[Ereunt Cac. and Servant You do me double wrong if you sneak off, sir, And all the world would say I loved a coward ;

Enter PEREZ and ESTIFANIA. And you must die too, for you will be killed, Leon. Who's this ? my mahound cousin ?

self so ;

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Per. Good sir, 'tis very good; would I had a Now you are a captain. house too,

Leon. You are a noble prince, sir, For there is no talking in the open air ;

And now a soldier; gentlemen, we all rejoice in't. My termagant coz, I wouid be bold to tell ye, Juan. Sir, I shall wait upon you through all I durst be merry too: i tell you plainly,

fortunes. You have a pretty seat, you have the luck on't, Alon. And I. A pretty lady too ; I have missed both,

Alt. And I must needs attend my mistress. My carpenter built in a mist, I thank him;

Leon. Will you go, sister? Do me the courtesy to let me see it,

Alt. Yes indeed, good brother ;
See it but once more. But I shall cry for anger. I have two ties, mine own blood
I'll hire a chandler's shop close under ye,

And
my

mistress.
And for my foolery, sell soap and whip-cord; Marg. Is she your sister ?
Nay if you do not laugh now, and laugh heartily, Leon. Yes indeed, good wife,
You are a fool, coz.

And my best sister;
Leon. I must laugh a little;

For she proved so, wench, And now I have done, coz, thou shalt live with When she deceived you with a loving husband. me,

Alt. I would not deal so, truly, for a stranger. My merry coz, the world shall not divorce us ; Marg. Well I could chide ye, Thou art a valiant man, and thou shalt never But it must be lovingly, and like a sister ; want;

I'll bring yé on your way, and feast

ye nobly, Will this content thee?

For now I have an honest heart to love ye, Per. I'll cry, and then I'll be thankful, And then deliver you to the blue Neptune. Indeed I will, and I'll be honest to ye.

Juan. Your colours you must wear, and wear I would live a swallow here, I must confess.

'em proudly; Wife, I forgive thee all, if thou be honest; Wear 'em before the bullet, and in blood too ; At thy peril, I believe thee excellent.

And all the world shall know Estif. If í prove otherwise, let me beg first. We are Virtue's servants. Hold, this is yours, some recompence for service; Duke. And all the world shall know, a noble Use it to nobler ends than he that gave it.

mind Duke. And this is yours, your true commis- Makes women beautiful, and envy blind. sion, sir ;

(Ereunt.

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EPILOGUE

Good night, our worthy friends, and may you

part
Each with as merry and as free a heart
As you came hither : to those noble eyes,
That deign to smile on our poor faculties,

And give a blessing to our labouring ends,
As we hope many, to such fortune sends
Their own desires, wives fair as light, as chaste;
To those that live by spite, wives made in haste.

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Pet. Shew your uses, Anthony,
SCENE I.

Ant. To be employ'd in any thing.

Pet. No, Anthony, Enter PETER and ANTHONY, two serving Men.

Not any thing, I take it, nor that thing Pet. WOULD we were remov'd from this town, We travel to discover, like new islands ; Anthony,

A salt itch serve such uses ! in things of moment, That we might taste some quiet; for mine own Concerning things I grant ye, not things errant, part,

Sweet ladies' things, and things to thank the surI'm almost melted with continual trotting

geon: After enquiries, dreams, and revelations, In no such things, sweet Anthony. Put caseOf who knows whom or where. Serve wenching Ant. Come, come, all will be mended : this insoldiers !

visible woman, I'll serve a priest in Lent first, and eat bell-ropes. Of infinite shape and beauty, Ant. Thou art the forwardest fool

That bred all this trouble to no purpose, Pet. Why, good tame Anthony,

They are determin’d now no more to think on. Tell me but this; to what end came we hither? Pet. Were there ever Ant. To wait upon our masters.

Men known to run mad with report before ? Pet. But how, Anthony?

Or wander after what they know not where Answer me that; resolve me there, good Anthony. To find; or, if found, how to enjoy ? Are men's Ant. To serve their uses.

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Made nowadays with malt, that their affections Gent. Too open, indiscreet.
Are never sober ; but, like drunken people,

Petr. Am I not ruin'd?
Founder at every new fame? I do believe The honour of my house crack'd} my blood
That men in love are ever drunk, as drunken men poison'd?
Are ever loving

My credit and my name? Ant. Prythee, be thou sober,

2 Gent. Be sure it be so, And know that they are none of those, not guilty Before you use this violence. Let not doubt Of the least vanity of love: only a doubt

And a suspecting anger so much sway you ; Fame might too far report, or rather fatter Your wisdom may be question d. The graces of this woman, made them curious Ant. I say, kill him, To find the truth; whick, since they find so,

And then dispute the cause ; out off whạt may Lock'd up from their searches; they are now re

be, solv'd

And what is shall be safe. To give the wonder over.

2 Gent. Hang up a true man, Pet. Would they were resolv'd

Because 'tis possible he may be thievish: To give me some new shoes too; for I'll be sworn

;

Alas! is this good justice?' These are e'en worn out to the reasonable soles Petr. I know as certain In their good worships' business : an some sleep As day must come again, as clear as truth, Would not do much amiss, unless they mean And open as belief can lay it to me, To make a bellman of me. Here they come. That I am basely wrongd, wrong'd above re

[Excunt.

compence,

Maliciously abus'd, blasted for ever Enter Don John and Don FREDERICK.

In name and honour, lost to all remembrance, John. I would we could have seen her though ; . But what is smeard and shameful : I must kill for sure

him, She must be some rare creature, or report lies : Necessity compels me. All men's reports too..

2 Gent. But think better. Fred. I could well wish I had seen Constantia : Petr. There's no other cure left; yet witness But, since she is so conceal'd, plac'd where No knowledge can come near her, so guarded All that is fair in man, all that is noble: As 'twere impossible, though known, to reach her, I am not greedy for this life I seek for, I have made up my belief.

Nor thirst to shed man's blood; and would John. Hang me, from this hour,

'twere possible, If I more think upon her;

I wish it with my soul, so much I tremble But, as she came a strange report unto me, T'offend the sacred image of my Maker, So the next fame shall lose her.

My sword should only kill his crimes : no, 'tis Fred. "Tis the next way,

Honour, honour, my noble friends, that idol hoBut whither are you walking?

nour, John. My old round,

That all the world now worships, not Petruchio; After my meat, and then to bed.

Must do this justice. Pred. 'Tis healthful.

Ant. Let it once be done, John. Will you not stir?

And 'tis no matter whether you or honour, Fred. I have a little business.

Or both, be accessary: John. I'd lay my life, this lady still

2 Gent. Do you weigh, Petruchio, Fred. Then you would lose it.

The value of the person, power, and greatness, John. Pray, let's walk together.

And what this spark may kindle ? Fred. Now I cannot.

Petr. To perform it, John. I have something to impart.

So much I am tied to reputation, Pred. An hour hence

And credit of my house, let it raise wild-fires, I will not miss to meet ye.

And storms that toss me into everlasting ruin, John. Where?

Yet I must through; if ye dare side me. Fred. I'th' high street ;

Ant. Dare ! For, not to lie, I have a few devotions

Petr. Y' are friends indeed: if not ! To do first, then I'm yours.

2 Gent. Here's none flies from you; John. Remember.

(Exeunt. Do it in what design you please, we'll back ye.

i Gent. Is the cause so mortal ? nothing but Enter PETRUCHIO, ANTONIO, and two Gen

his life? tlemen.

Petr. Believe me, Art. Cut his wind-pipe, I say.

A less offence has been the desolation i Gent. Fie, Antonio.

Of a whole name. Ant. Or knock his brains out first, and then i Gent. No other way to purge it? forgive him.

Petr. There is, but never to be hop'd for. If you do thrust, be sure be to th' hilts,

2.Gent. Think an hour more, A surgeon may see through him.

And if then you find no safer road to guide ye, 2 Gent. You are too violent,

We'll set our rests too.

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Ant. Mine's up already,

If you do spring a leak, or get an itch, And hang him for my part, goes less than life. Till

you

claw off your curl'd pate, thank your 2 Gent. If we see noble cause, 'tis like our

night-walks ; swords

You must be still a boot-haling. One round May be as free and forward as your words.

more, [Exeunt. Though it be late, I'll venture to discover ye; I do not like your out-leaps.

Erit. Enter Don JOHN. John. The civil order of this city Naples

Enter Duke and three Gentlemen. Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all travellers, Duke. Welcome to town. Are ye all fit? As a most safe retirement in all troubles;

i Gent. To point, sir.
Beside the wholesome seat and noble temper Duke. Where are the horses?
Of those minds that inhabit it, safely wise, . 2 Gent. Where they were appointed.
And to all strangers courteous. But I see Duke. Be private ; and whatsoever fortune
My admiration has drawn night upon me, Offer itself, let us stand sure.
And longer to expect my friend may pull me 3 Gent. Fear us not.
Into suspicion of too late a stirrer,

Ere you shall be endanger'd or deluded,
Which all good governments are jealous of. We'll make a black night on't.
I'll home, and think at liberty : yet certain, Duke. No more, I know it;
'Tis not so far night as I thought; for see, You know your quarters.
A fair house yet stands open, yet all about it i Gent. Will you go alone, sir?
Are close, and no lights stirring; there may

be Duke. Ye shall not be far from me, the least foul play,

noise I'll venture to look in. If there be knaves, Shall bring ye to my rescue. I may do a good office.

2 Gent. We are counsell’d. (Exeunt. Within. Signior ! John. What ! How is this?

Enter Don John. Within. Signior Fabritio !

John. Was ever man so paid for being curious? John. I'll go nearer.

Ever so bobb’d for searching out adventures, Within. Fabritio ?

As I am? Did the devil lead me ? Must I needs John. This is a woman's tongue; here may be

be peeping good done.

Into men's houses where I had no business, Within. Who's there? Fabritio?

And make myself a mischief? 'Tis well carried ! John. Ay.

I must take other men's occasions on me, Within. Where are you?

And be I know not whom : most finely handled ! John. Here.

What have I got by this now? What's the purWithin. O, come for Heaven's sake!

chase ? John. I must see what this means.

A piece of evening arras-work, a child,

Indeed an infidel! This comes of peeping ! Enter a Woman with a Child.

A lump got out of laziness! Good white bread, Wom. I have stay'd this long hour for you; Let's have no bawling with ye. 'Sdeath, have I make no noise ;

Known wenches thus long, all the ways of wenFor things are in strange trouble. Here, be se

ches, cret.

Their snares and subtleties? Have I read over 'Tis worth your care: begone now; more eyes All their school learning, dived into their quidwatch us

dits, Than may be for our safeties.

And am I now bumfiddled with a bastard ! John. Hark ye.

Fetch'd over with a card o' five, and in my old Wom. Peace; good night.

[Exit.

days, John. She's gone, and I am loaden. Fortune After the dire massacre of a million for me !

Of maidenheads, caught the common way, i' th' It weighs well, and it feels well; it

may
chance

night too To be some pack of worth: by th' mass, 'tis Under another's name, to make the matter heavy!

Carry more weight about it? Well, Don John, If it be coin or jewels, it is worth welcome. You will be wiser one day, when ye've pure I'll ne'er refuse a fortune; I am confident

chas'd 'Tis of no common price. Now to my lodging: A bevy of those butter-prints together, If it be right, I'n bless this night. (Erit. With searching out conceal'd iniquities,

Without commission. Why it would never grieve Enter Don FREDERICK.

me, Fred. 'Tis strange,

If I had got this gingerbread : never stir'd me, I cannot meet him; sure he has encounter'd So I had had a stroke for it; 't had been justice Some light o' love or other, and there means Then to have kept it; but to raise a dairy, To play at in and in for this night. Well, Don For other men's adultery, consume myself is John,

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