And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

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 froand

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed:We three are married, but you two are sped. "Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white: [TO LUCENTIO.

And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH.

Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

Luc. "Tis a wonder, by your heave, she will be tamed so. [Exeunt

Dalace.

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.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Eicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which me justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame , we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you,

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence in so rare-I know not what to say.- -We will give you sleepy drinks: that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their ildhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then

now. Since their more mature dignities, and rya. necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied,' 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 loves!

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter. to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillus; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, phy sics the subject,' makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes: if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one

1 Supplied by substitution of embassies.
Wide waste of country.
Affords a cordial to the state.

[Exeunt

SCENE II. A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
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 more
That go before it.

Leon.

Stay your thanks awhile;
And pay them when you part.
Pol.

Sir, that's to-morrow.
I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance,
Or breed upon our absence: That may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,
This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd
To tire your royalty.
We are tougher, brother,

Leon.
T'han you can put us to't.
Pol.

No longer stay.

Leon. One seven-night longer.
Pol.

Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and

in that

I'll no gain-saying. Pol.

Press me not, 'beseech you so: 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,
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,

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.

Leon.
Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong;
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack lan hence with distaffs.-
Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENES.] I'l
adventure

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the gest
Prefixed for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?
Pol.

Her. Nay, but you will. Pol.

Her. Verily!

No, madam.

I may not, verily.

You put me off with limber vows: But I,

Though you would seek to unsphere the sta.s wis oaths,

Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
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?

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, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were boys You were pretty lordlings' 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.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two?
Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i'

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;-
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 weie Grace

A diminutive of lords

Leon.

Didst perceive it? They're here with me already; whispering, rounding,"

Sicilia is a so-forth: "Tis far gone,
When I shall gust
That he did stav!
Cam.

at last.-How came't, Camillo, 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?
For thy conceit is soaking, will draw in

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 under-
stand

Bohemia stays here longer.

Leon. Cam.

Ha?

Stays here longer.

Leon. Ay, but why? Cam. Tosatisfy your highness, and the entreaties Of our most gracious mistress. Leon.

Satisfy

The entreaties of your mistress?-satisfy?Let that suffice. I have trusted thee, Camillo, With all the nearest things to my heart, as well My chamber-councils: wherein, priest-like, thou Hast cleans'd my bosom; I from thee departed Thy penitent reform'd: but we have been Deceiv'd in thy integrity, deceiv'd

In that which seems so. Cam.

Be it forbid, my lord!

Leon. To bide upon't;-Thou art not honest: or, ' thou inclin'st that way, thou art a coward; Which hoxes honesty behind, restraining From course requir'd: Or else thou must be counted A servant, grafted in my serious trust, And therein negligent; or else a fool,

(For, to a vision so apparent, rumor
Cannot be mute,) or thought, (for cogitation
Resides not in that man, that does not think it,)
My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess,
(Or else be impudently negative,

To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought,) then say,
My wife's a hobby-horse: deserves a name
As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to
Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.

Cam. I would not be a stander-by, to hear
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!
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!
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes biind
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;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings.
If this be nothing.

Cam.

Good my lord, be cured Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous.

Leon.

Say, it be; 'tis true.

Cam. No, no, my lord. Leon.

It is; you lie, you lie.

I say, thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee:
Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave.
Or else a hovering temporizer, that

Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil,
Inclining to them both: Were my wife's uver
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,

may be negligent, foolish, and fearful; In every one of these no man is free,

But that his negligence, his folly, fear,
Amongst the infinite doings of the world,

Sometime puts forth: In your affairs, my lord,
If ever I were wilful-negligent,

It was my folly; if industriously

I play'd the fool, it was my negligence,
Not weighing well the end; if ever fearful
To do a thing, where I the issue doubted,
Whereof the execution did cry out
Against the non-performance, 'twas a fear
Which oft affects the wisest: these, my lord,
Are such allow'd infirmities, that honesty
as never free of. But, 'beseech your grace,
Be Fainer with me; let me know my trespass
By its own visage: if I then deny it,
"Tis none of mine.

Leon.
Have not you seen, Camillo,
(But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass
Ja thicker than a cuckold's horn,) or heard,

To round in the ear was to tell secretly. Taste. • Inferiors in rank. To hox is to hamstring.