Valuing of her; why, she-O, she is fallen
Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea

Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.

INNOCENCE DISCOVERED BY THE COUNTENANCE.
I have mark'd

A thousaud blushing apparitions start
Into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And in her eye there hath appear'd a fire,
To burn the errors that these princes hold
Against her maiden truth.

RESOLUTION.

I know not: if they speak but truth of her, These hands shall tear her; if they wrong her honour

The proudest of them shall well hear of it.

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability in means, and choice of friends,

To quit me of them thoroughly.

THE DESIRE OF BELOVED OBJECTS HEIGHTENED BY THEIR LOSS.

For it so falls out,

That what we have we prize not to the worth,
Whiles* we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why, then we rack† the value; then we find
The virtue, that possession would not shew us
While it was ours:-so will it fare with Claudio:
When he shall hear she died upon his words,
The idea of her life shall sweetly creep

Into his study of imagination;

* While. † Over-rate.

By.

And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious hab
More moving-delicate, and full of life,

Into the eye and prospect of his soul,
Than when she lived indeed.

TALKING BRAGGARTS.

But manhood is melted into courtesies,* valour into compliment, and mén are only turned into tongue, and trim ones too: he is now as valiant as Hercules, that only tells a lie, and swears it.

ACT V.

COUNSEL OF NO WEIGHT IN MISERY,

I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve: give not me counsel;
Nor let no comforter delight mine ear,

But such a one whose wrongs doth suit with mine.
Bring me a father that so loved his child,
Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine,
And bid him speak of patience;

Measure his woe the length and breadth of mine,
And let it answer every strain for strain;
As thus for thus, and such a grief for such,
In every lineament, branch, shape, and form:
If such a one will smile, and stroke his beard;
Cry-sorrow, wag! and hem, when he should groan;
Patch grief with proverbs; make misfortune drunk
With candle-wasters; bring him yet to me,
And I of him will gather patience.

But there is no such man: for, brother, men
Can counsel, and speak comfort to that grief
Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it,

* Ceremony.

Their counsel turns to passion, which before
Would give preceptial medicine to rage,
Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words:
No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow;
But no man's virtue, nor sufficiency,

To be so moral, when he shall endure

The like himself: therefore give me no counsel:
My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

SATIRE ON THE STOIC PHILOSOPHERS.

I pray thee, peace: I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher,
That could endure the tooth-ache patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

TALKING BRAGGARTS.

Hold your content: What man! I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple; Scambling, out-facing, fashion-mong'ring boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave and slander, Go anticly, and shew outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, And this is all.

VILLAIN TO BE NOTED.

Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him,

I may avoid him.

DAYBREAK.

The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Poœbus, round about

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray.

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Taming of the Shrew.

INDUCTION.

HOUNDS.

THY hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

PAINTING.

Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook:

And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

ACT I.

WOMAN'S TONGUE.

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?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;

That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,

As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

When the priest

ACT III.

A MAD WEDDING.

Should ask-if Katherine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,
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.

Tra. What said the wench when he arose again?

Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and As if the vicar meant to cozen him. [swore,

But, after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he; as if
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!
Having no other reason,

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
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,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.

ACT IV.

THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour 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.

ACT V.

THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND.

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,

* It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony.

† Appeareth.