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It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, |
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, |
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 labour both by sea and land, |
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, |
Whilst 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 the prince, |
Even such a woman oweth to her husband; |
And when she is 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 toll 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 worins! |
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; |
But now I see our lances are but straws, |
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, |
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are. |
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, |
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. |
PETRUCHIO. Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. |
LUCENTIO. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't. |
VINCENTIO. 'Tis a good hearing when children are toward. |
LUCENTIO. But a harsh hearing when women are froward. |
PETRUCHIO. Come, Kate, we'll to bed. |
We three are married, but you two are sped. |
[To LUCENTIO] 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; |
And being a winner, God give you good night! |
Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHERINA |
HORTENSIO. Now go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a curst shrow. |
LUCENTIO. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. |
Exeunt |
THE END |
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1612 |
THE TEMPEST |
by William Shakespeare |
DRAMATIS PERSONAE |
ALONSO, King of Naples |
SEBASTIAN, his brother |
PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan |
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan |
FERDINAND, son to the King of Naples |
GONZALO, an honest old counsellor |
Lords |
ADRIAN |
FRANCISCO |
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed slave |
TRINCULO, a jester |
STEPHANO, a drunken butler |
MASTER OF A SHIP |
BOATSWAIN |
MARINERS |
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero |
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