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kill'd my child:

Leo. Canst thou so daffe me? thou hast | And melancholy is the nurse of phrensy, Therefore they thought it good you hear a play,

If thou kill'st me, boy, thou shalt kill a man. Ant. He shall kill two of us, and men indeed:

But that's no matter; let him kill one first:Win me and wear me,-let him answer me: Come, follow me, boy: come, Sir boy, follow

me:

Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foyning fence:
Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.
Leo. Brother-

[my niece:
Ant. Content yourself. God knows, I lov'd
And she is dead; slandered to death by vil-
That dare as well answer a man indeed, [lains;
As I dare take a serpent by the tongue:
Boys, apes, braggarts, Jacks, milk-sops!-
Leo. Brother Anthony- [them; yea,
Ant. Hold you content; what, man! I know
And what they weigh, even to the utmost
scruple:

Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mongering boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout,deprave, and slander,
Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies, if they
And this is all.
[durst:

No Valor in a bad Cause.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.

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And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. The Uses of Travel and Study.

Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of artsI am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approv'd in all: Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffic thro' the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself; Glad that you thus continue your resolve, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only good master, while we do admire This virtue, and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd: Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk: Music and poesy use to quicken you: Fall to them as you find your stomach serves The mathematics, and the metaphysics, [you: No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en !— In brief, Sir, study what you most affect. Love at first Sight.

Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold? Luc. O, Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible or likely; But see! while idly I stood looking on, 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 wasTranio, 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, Affection is not rated from the heart: [so, If love have touch'd you, nought remains but Redime te captum quam queas minimo. Travel.

Such wind as scatters young men thro' the world,

To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.

Woman's Tongue.

Think you a little din can daunt my 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? Have I not in a pitched battle, heard [clang? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to th' ear As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

Extremes cure each other.

Where two raging fires meet together, [fury. They do consume the thing that feeds their Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

Beauty.

Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Music.

Preposterous ass! that never read so far, 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. Wife married to all her Husband's Fortunes. 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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Description of a mad Wedding.

-When the priest

a cuff

Did ask if Catherine should be his wife; [loud, Ay, by gogs-woons," quoth he, and swore so That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; And, as he stoopt again to take it up, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such [and priest; That down fell priest and book, and book "Now take them up," quoth he, "if any list." Tran. What said the wench when he rose up again? [stampt and swore, Grem. Trembled and shook: for why, he As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But, after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine:

[aboard, "A health," quoth he, as if he had been Carousing to his mates after a storm : Quaff'd off the muscadel, and threw the sops All in the sexton's face; having no other reason, But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask his sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck, And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,

That, at the parting, all the church did echo. Petruchio's Trial of his Wife in the Article of

Dress.

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer.
A velvet dish!-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
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.
Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the
time,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have
And not till then.
[one too,

Hor. That will not be in haste. [speak;
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endur'd 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,
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 lik'st it not.

Cath. Love me or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay, come tailor, let us see 't.

O, mercy, God! what masking stuff is here! What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-can

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able:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

The Mind alone valuable. 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 thro' the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.

A lovely Woman.

Fair, lovely maiden, young and affable, More clear of hue, and far more beautiful Than precious sardonyx, or purple rocks Of amethysts, or glistering hyacinth: -Sweet Catherine, this lovely woman—

Cath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and crystalline, | But now I see our lances are but straws ; Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird, Our strength as weak, our weakness past comAs glorious as the morning wash'd with dew, pare; Within whose eyes she takes her dawning beams,

And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks;
Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud,
Lest that thy beauty make this stately town
Unhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.
Happiness attained.

Happily I have arriv'd at last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss.

Others measured by ourselves.

fare. That seeming to be most, which we indeed least Then veil your stomachs, for it is no boot; And place your hands beneath your husband's In token of which duty, if he please, [foot: My hand is ready-may it do him ease!

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With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in
Dash'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock [her,

He that is giddy thinks the world turns Against my very heart! Poor souls! they pe

round.

Greyhound.

Had I been any god of power, I would [rish'd. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er O Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me for his grey-The freighting souls within her. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and

hound, [master. Which runs himself, and catches for his

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eyes,

[buds,

And dart not scornful glances from those
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor;
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
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 labor both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes a prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
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:

Pros. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort; The direful spectacle of the wreck which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soulNo not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st

Caliban's Curses.

[sink.

As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er!

camest first,

I must eat my dinner.
This island 's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou
[wouldst give me
Thou stroak'dst me, and mad'st much of me:
Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
thee,

And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile;

Curs'd be I, that I did so! all the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have, [me
Who first was mine own king: and here you sty
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Th' rest of th' island.

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With words that made them known: but thy | And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, [good-nature Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head

vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which Could not abide to be with; therefore wast Deservedly confin'd into this rock, [thou Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on 't [you Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid For learning me your language? Music.

Where should this music be? in air or earth? It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon Some god of th' island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air.

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A Lover's Speech.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,

To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Resignation and Gratitude.

Beseech you, Sir, be merry; you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The master of some merchant, and the mer

chant

[racle, Have just our theme of woe: but for the mi(I mean our preservation) few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, Our sorrow with our comfort. [weigh Description of Ferdinand's swimming ashore. I saw him beat the surges under him,

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty strokes
To th' shore: that o'er his wave-worn basis
bow'd,

As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.

Too severe Reproof animadverted upon. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleAnd time to speak it in: you rub the sore [ness, When you should find the plaster.

Satire on Utopian Forms of Government. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contracts, succession, Bourn, bound of laud, tilth, vineyard, olive No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: [none; No occupation: all men idle, all: And women too, but innocent and No sovereignty:

pure:

All things in common nature should produce,
Without sweat or endeavour treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring
forth

of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
To excel the golden age.

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By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they 'll not pinch, [mire, Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' th' Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me: [me, Sometimes, like apes, that moe and chatter at And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which

Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I All wound with adders, who with cloven

tongues

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I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man.

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Now gins to bite the spirits.
Like poison given to work a great time after,

Prospero's Boast of Miranda.
O Ferdinand,

I pry'thee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the niinble marmozet: I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,'
Young sea-mels from the rock.

True and unbiassed Affection. bearing a Log.

[thee Ferdinand

There be some sports are painful: but their labor [ness Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseAre nobly undergone and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but [dead, The mistress whom I serve, quickens what 's And makes my labors pleasures : O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father 's crabbed: [move And he 's compos'd of harshness. I must reSome thousands of these logs, and pile 'em up, Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work: and says, such Had ne'er such executor. I forget; [baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my Most busy-less when I do it.

[labors,

Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration: worth What's dearest to the world! full many a lady I have eyed with best regard; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage [tues Brought my too diligent ears; for several virHave I lik'd several women: never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she own'd, And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.

Miranda's offering to carry the Logs for him
is peculiarly elegant.
If you 'll sit down,
[that,
I'll bear your logs the while; pray give me
I'll carry it to the pile.

And afterwards how innocent!
I am a fool,

To weep at what I'm glad of.

I am your wife, if you will marry me:
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me: but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Punishment of Crimes delayed, not forgotten.
For which foul deed

The pow'rs, delaying, not forgetting, have

Do not smile at me that I boast her off:

And make it halt behind her.

Continence before Marriage. Pros. If thou dost break her virgin-knot, All sanctimonious ceremonies may [before With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain, and discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, That you shall hate it both; therefore, take As Hymen's lamps shall light you. [heed, A Lover's Protestation. Ferd. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honor into lust: to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are Or night kept chain'd below. [founder'd,

liance

Passion too strong for Vows. Pros. Look thou be true; do not give dal[straw Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good-night your vow!

Ferdinand's Answer.

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(As I foretold you) were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind! We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

Drunkards enchanted by Ariel. Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking;

So full of valor, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces: beat the ground

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