Your said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If. Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at any thing and yet a fool. Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Hym. Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia. Then is there mirth in heaven, Good Duke, receive thy daughter: That thou mightst join her hand with his Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. Phe. Why then, my love adieu ! Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he: Hym. Of these most strange events: If truth holds true contents. SONG. Wedding is great Juno's crown: O blessed bond of board and bed! Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me! Enter Jaques de Boys. Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two: I do engage my life. Duke S. This to be true, Welcome, young man ; That have endured shrewd days and nights with us, Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all, With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. Jaq. Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly, The Duke hath put on a religious life And thrown into neglect the pompous court? Jaq. de B. He hath. Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. To Orl.] You to a love, that your true faith doth merit: To Touch.] And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. Jaq. To see no pastime I: what you would have Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites EPILOGUE [Exit. [A dance. Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue: yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me: my way is to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hates them,-that between you and the women the play may please. If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. [Exeunt. Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio. 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. No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third borough. [Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. [Falls asleep. Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds; Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd; And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault? First Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; And twice to-day picked out the dullest scent: Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe ? Sec. Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale, Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! And brave attendants near him when he wakes, First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Carry him gently to my fairest chamber And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Say 'What is it your honour will command ?' Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers; And say 'Will 't please your lordship cool your hands?' If it be husbanded with modesty. First Hun. My lord, I warrant you we will play our part, He is no less than what we say he is. Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him; And each one to his office when he wakes. [Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. |