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Tho. Thou shalt have a wife,

Seb. I'll give thee five hundred pounds And a fruitful wife; for I find, Hylas,

more for that word.

(feast full. That I shall never be able to bring thee chil Mary. Now, sir, for you and I to make the dren.

Tho. No, not a bit; you are a virtuous lady, Seb. A notable brave boy! nown And love to live in contemplation. Hylas. I am very well, sir.

Miary. Come, fool; I'm friends now. Tho. Thou shalt be better.

Tho. The fool shall not ride you. Hylas, thou hasť seven hundred pounds a There lie, my woman! now my man again! year,

(jointure. And now for travel once more! And thou shalt make her three hundred Seb. I'll bar that first. Hylus. No.

Niary. And I next. [will travel : Tho. Thou shalt, boy, and shalt bestow Tho. llold yourself contented; for I say I Two hundred pounds in cloaths. Look on And so long I will travel, 'till I fiod a farlier her;

[dred, That I never knew, and a wife that I never
A delicate lusty wench; she has fifteen hun look'd for,
And feasible: Strike hands, or I'll strike first. And a state without expectation :
Dor. You'll let me like?

So rest you merry, gentlemen!
Mary. He's a good handsome fellow; Mary. You shall not !
Play not the fooi.

Upon my faith, I love you now extremely,
Tho. Strike, brother Hylas, quickly. And now I'll kiss you.
Hylas. If you can love me, well.

Tho. This will not do it, mistress. (more. Dor. If you can please me.

Mary. Why, when we're married, we'll do Tho. Try that out soon: I say, my brother Seb. There's all, boy, Hylas.

[brave gentlewoman. The keys of all I have. Come, let's be merry! Sam. Take her, and use her well; she's a For now I see thou'rt right. Hylus. You must allow me another mistress. Tho. Shall we to church straight? Dor. Then you must allow me another Val. Now presently; and there with nuptial

The holy priest sball make ye happy all. Hylas. Well, let's together then. A lusty Tho. Away then, fair, afore! kindred !

[ Exeunt omnes. 66 A notable brude boy. Knoun son again.] So old quarto. The later editions leare out the three last words; which, however, we do not doubt, were genuine, (except the orthographical mistake,) and spoken by the actor.

servant.

ANTHONY, Servants to Don John and Don
THE CHANCES:

A COMEDY,
This Play was originally printed in the folio edition of 1647, and the Commendatory Verses

by Gardiner, as well as the Prologue, ascribe it to Fletcher alone. The celebrated
George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, made some considerable alterations to it, and in
that state it used to be frequently acted; but the licentiousness of that nobleman's pen
rendering the Play improper for representation at this refined period, further alterations
became necessary; and these have been made, with much judgement, by the great crna-
ment of the English Theatre, Mr. Garrick.

PROLOGUE.
APTNESS for mirth to all! This instant night For ourselves, we do entreat that

you

would Thalia hath prepar'd, for your delight,

not
Her choice and curious viands, in each part Expect strange turns and windings in the plot,
Season'd with rarities of wit and art:

Objects of state, and now and then a rhine,
Nor fear I to be tax'd for a vain boast; To gall particular persons with the time;
My promise will find credit with the most, Or that his tow'ring muse hath made her flight
When they know ingenious Fletcher made Nearer your apprehension than your sight;
it, he

But if that sweet expressions, quick conceit,
Being in bimself a perfect Comedy.

Familiar language, fashion'd to the weight
And some sit here, I doubt not, dare aver Of such as speak it, bave the power to raise
Living he made that house a theatre [we Your grace to us, with troplies to his praise;
Which he pleas’d to frequent; and thus much We may profess, presuming on his skill,
Could not but pay to his loud memory. If his Chances please not you, our fortune's ill.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
DUKE of Ferrara.

PETER,

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PETRI'CHIO, Governor of Bologna.

Frederick.
SURGEON,

DON FREDERICK, } Spanish Gentlemen, and

ANTONIO, an olil stout Gentleman, Kinsman CONSTANTIA, Sister to Petruchio, and Mis-
to Petruchio.

tress to the Duke.
THREE GENTLEMEN, Friends to the Duke. WOMAN, Sertant to Constantia.
Two GENTLEMEN, Friends to Petruchio. LANDLADY to Don John and Don Frederick.
FRANCISCO, a líusiciun, Antonio's Boy. CONSTANTIA, u Whore to old Antonio.
PETER VECCHIO, a Teacher of Lutin and BAWD.
Musick, a reputed Wizard.

SCENE, Bologna.

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She must be some rare creature, or report All men's reports too.

[lies, Fred. I could well wish I'd seen her; But since she's so conccald, so beyond venture

[dise, Kept and preserv'd from view, so like a ParaPlac'd where no knowledge can come near her, so guarded

[ber, As 'twere iinpossible, tho' known, to reach I've made up my belief.

John. Hang me, from this hour, If I more think upon her, or believe her; But, as she caine, a strong report unto me, So the next fame shall lose her.

Fred. 'Tis the next way.
But whither are you walking?

John. My old round
After my meat, and then to bed.

Fred. 'Tis healthful,
John. Will not you stir?
Fied. I have a little business.
John. Upon my lite, this lady still
Fred. Then you will lose it.
John. 'Pray let us walk together.
Fred. Now I cannot.
John. I have something to impart.

Fred. An hour hence
I will not miss to meet you.

John. Where?

Fred. I'th' High Strect;
For, not to lie, I have a few devotions
To do first, then I'ın yours.
John. Remember.

[Ereunt.

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Peter. But how, Anthony ! [thony. Answer me that; resolve me there, good An

Anth. To serve their uses.
Peter. Shew your uses, Anthony.
Anth. To be employ’d in any thing.

Peter. No, Anthony, Not

any thing, I take it; nor that thing We travel to discover, like new islands; A salt itch serve such uses! In things of moment,

[errant, Concerning things, I grant you; not things Sweet ladies' things, and things to thank the

surgeon; In no such things, sweet Anthony. Put caseAnth. Come, come, all will be inended;

this invisible woman, Of infinite report for shape and virtue, That bred us all this trouble to no purpose, They are determin'd now no more to think on, But fall close to their studies.

Peter. Was there ever Men known to run mad with report before? Or wander after that they know not where To find? or, if found, how to enjoy ? Are

meu's brains Made now-a-days of malt, that their affecAre never sober, but, like drunken people, Founder at every new fame? I do believe too, That men in love are ever drunk, as drunken Are ever loving.

[men Anth. Prithee he thou sober, [guilty And know, that they are none of those; not Of the least vanity of love; only a doubt Fame might too far report, or rather flatter The graces of this woman, made them curious To tind the truth, which since they find so block'd

[now settled And lock’d up from their scarches, they're To give the wonder over.

Peter. 'Would they were settled To give me some new shoes too! For I'll be These are c'en worn out to th' reasonable soles In their good worships' business: And some

sleep
Would not do much amiss, unless they mean
To make a bell-man of me. And what now
Mean they to study, Anthony? moral philo-
After their mar-all women? (sophy,

Anth. Mar a fool's head !
Peter. It will mar two fools' heads, an they

take not need, Besides the giblets to 'em.

Anth. Will you walk, sir, [head And talk more out of hearing? your tool's May chance to find a wooden night-cap eise. Peter. I uerer lay in any.

Enter Don John and Frederick,
Anth. Then leave your lying,
And your blind prophesying. Here they come;
You'd best tell them as inuch.

Peter. I am no tell-tale. [E.reunt Servants.
John. I would we could have seen her

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Sworn

SCENE II.
Enter Petruchio, Antonio, and two Gentlemen.

Ant. Cut his windpipe, I say !
1 Gent. Fy, Antonio!
Ant. Or knock his brains out first, and

then forgive him !
If you do thrust, be sure it be to th' bilts,
A surgeon may see thro' him.

1 Gent. You are too violent.
2 Gent. Too open undiscreet.

Petr. Am I not ruin'd? (poison'd? The honour of my house crack’d? my blood My credit, and my name?

2 Gent. Be sure it be so, Before you use this violence: Let not doubt, And a suspecting anger, so much sway you Your wisdom may be question'd. Ant. I say, kill bim,

(may be, And then dispute the cause! Cut off what And what is shall be safe.

2 Gent. Hang up a true man, Because 'tis possible he may be thievish? Alas, is this good justice?

Petr. I know, as certain As day must come again, as clear as truth, And open as belief can lay it to me, That I am basely wrong'd, wrong'd above

recompense, Maliciously abus'd, blasted for ever In name and honour, lost to all remembrance,

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sake!

But what is smear'd and shameful! I must Of those minds that inhabit it, safely wise, Necessity compels me.

[kill him; And to all strangers virtuous. But I see 1 Gent. But think better.

My admiration has drawn night upon me, Petr. There is no other curc left: Yet, And longer to expect my friend may pull me witness with me,

Into suspicion of too late a stirrer, All that is fair in man, all that is noble, Which all good governments are jealous of: I am not greedy of this life I seek for, I'll home, and thrink at liberty. Yet, certain, Nor thirst to shed man's blood; and 'would 'Tis not so far night as I thought; for, see, 'twere possible

A fair house yet stands open; yet all about it (I wish it with my soul, so much I tremble Are elose, and no light stirring: There may To offend the sacred image of my Maker!)

be foul play. My sword could only kill his criines! No,'tis I'll venture to look in; if there be knaves, Honour,

I may do a good office. Honour, my noble friends, that idol Honour, Woman [within). Signor? That all the world now worships, not Petru John. What? How's this? Must do this justice.

[chio, Woman (within). Signor Fabritio? Ant. Let it once be done,

John. I'll go ncarer.
And 'tis no inatter whether you, or Honour, Woman (within) Fabritio?
Or both, be accessary:

John. This is a woman's tongue; here thay 2 Gent. Do you weigh, Petruchio,

be good done. The value of tlie person, power and greatness, Woman (within). Who's there? Fabritio? And what this spark may kindle ?

John. Ay. Petr. To perforin it,

Woman (within). Where are you? (So much I'm tied to reputation,

John. Here. And credit of my house) let it raise wild-fires Woman (within). Oh, come, for Heaven's That all this dukedom smoke, and storms John. I must see what this means,

that toss me Into the waves of everlasting ruin,

Enter Woman, with a child. Yet I must thro'. If ye dare side me

Woman. I have staid this long hour for Ant. Dare?

you. Make no noise, Petr. Ye're friends indeed ; if not For things are in strange trouble. Jlere; be . Gent. Here's none flies from you;

secret;

[eyes watch us Do it in what design you please, we'll back

'Tis worth your care.

Be

gone now: More

Than you.

may be for our safetics. Ant. But then, be sure ye kill himi! John. Ilark you! 2 Gent. Is the cause

Woman. Peace! Good night. [Erit. So mortal, nothing but his life

John. She's gone, and I am loaden, forPetr. Believe ine,

tune for me! A less offerice has been the desolation It weighis well, and it feels well; it may chance Of a whole naine.

To be some pack of worth: By th' mass, 'tis 2 Gent. No other way to purge ic?

heavy! Petr. There is, but never to be hop'd for. If it be coin or jewels, 'tis worth welcoine;

2 Gent. Think an hour more: [you, I'll ne'er refuse a fortune: I am contident And if then you find no safer road to guide | Tis of no common price. Now to my lodgWe'll set up our rests tov.

ing! Ant. Mine's up already;

If it hit right, I'll bless this night.

{Exit. And hang bin, for my part, goes less than life!

(swords

SCENE IV: 2 Gent. If we see noble cause, 'uis like our

Enter Frederick, May be as free and forward as your words.

[Exeunt. SCENE III.

I cannot mect him; sure he has encountera

Some light-o'-love or other, and there means Enter Don John.

To play at in and in for this night. Well, John. The civil order of this town Bologna

Don John, Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all travel If you do spring a leak, or get an itch, lers,

Tal

ye claw off your curld pate, thank your As a most safe retirement in all troubles;

night-walks;

more, Besides the wholesome seat, and noble temper | You must be still a boot-halling? One round

1 1 Gent. But then be sure ye kill him.] Mr. Seward, observing that these words did not suit the moderate character of the Gentlemen, gives them to Petruclvio. They are much inore suitable to Antonio, we think, who is crying out for blood through the whole scene.

Boot-halling.) Most probably, an indecent allusion. In Monsieur Thoinas, one of ilya las's objections to matrimony is, because he would not cobble other men's old boots,

VOL. II,

Fred. 'Tis strauge,

ye

me.

Tho' it be late, I'll venture, to discover you. If I had got this gingerbread; ne'er stirr'd I do not like your out-leaps. [Erit. me,

[tice So I had had a stroke for’t; it had been jusSCENE V.

Then to have kept it : But to raise a dairy

For other men's adulteries, consume myself Enler Duke and three Gentlemen.

in candles“,

[babies, Duke. Welcome to town. Are all fit? And scow'ring-works, in nurses, bells, and 1 Gent. To point3, sir.

Only for charity, for mere ' I thank you,' Duke. Where are the horses?

A little troubles me : The least touch for it, 2 Gent. Where they were appointed. Had but my breeches got it, had contented

Duke. Be private all; and whatsoever forOffer itself, let's stand sure.

(tune Whose-e'er it is, sure 't had a wealthy mother; 3 Gent. Fear not us:

For 'tis well cloath'd, and, if I be not cozen'd, Ere you

shall be endanger'd, or deluded, Well lin'd within. To leave it here were We'll make a black night on't.

barbarous, Duke. No more; I know it.

And ten to one would kill it; a more sin You know your quarters?

Than his that got it: Well, I will dispose 1 Gent. Will you go alone, sir?

on't,

(rings, Duke. Ye shall not be far from me; the And keep it, as they keep deaths' heads in Shall bring ye to my rescue.

[least noise

To cry Memento to me; po more peeping ! 2 Gent. We are counsellid. [Ereunt. Now all the danger is to quality (we live,

The good old gentlewoman, at whose house SCENE VI.

For she will fall upon me with a catechism

Of four hours long: I must endure all; Enter Don John.

For I will know this mother. Come, good John. Was ever man so paid for being wonder, curious,

Let you and I be jogging ; your starv'd treble Ever so bobb’d for scarching out adventures, Will waken the rude watch else. All that be As I am ? Did the devil lead me? Must I needs

Curious night-walkers, may they find my fee! be peeping

(Exit. Into men's houses, where I bad no business,

SCENE VII. And make myself a mischiet? 'Tis well carried!

Enter Frederick. I must take other men's occasions on me, * Fred. Sure he's gone home: I've beaten And be I know not whom! Most finely han

all the purlieus, dled!

Tchase? But cannot bolt hiin. If he be a-bobbing, What have I got by this now? what's the pur 'Tis not my care can cure him: To morrowA piece of evening arras-work, a child,

morning

[geon's Indeed an infidel : This comcs of peeping! I shall have further knowledge from a surA lump got out of laziness. Good White

Where he lies moor’d, to mend his leaks. bread,

Chave I

Enter Constantia.
Let's have no bawling with you! 'Sdeatlı,
Known wenches thus long, all the ways of Con. I'm ready,

[you; wenches,

And thro' a world of dangers am fluwn to Their spares and subtilties; have I read over Be full of haste and care, we are undone else. All their school-learnings, div'd into their Where are your people? which way inust we quiddits,

For Heav'n sake, stay not here, sir. (travel? And am I now bum-fiddled with a bastarıl? Fred. Wbat may this prove? Fetch'd over with a card of five, and in mine Con. Alas, I am mistaken, lost, undone, old days,

For ever perish'd! Sir, for Heav'n sake, tell After the dire massacre of a million

Are you a gentleman?

me, Of maidenheads ? caught the common way?

Fred. I am. i'th' night too,

Con.Of this place? Under another's name, to make the matter Fred. No, born in Spain. Carry more weight about it? Well, Don John, Con. As ever you lov'd honour, You will be wiser one day, when you've pur As ever your desires may gain their ends, chas'd

Do a poor wretched woman but this benefit, A beavy of these butter-prints together, For I am forc'd to trust you! With searching out conceal'd iniquities,

Fred. You have charm’d me; Without commission. Why, it would ne'er Ilumanity and Honour bid me help you, grieve me,

And if I fail your trust3 To point] signifies completely, as we now say to a hair.

4 Consume myself in candles. Mr. Seward, on recommendation of Mr. Sympson, reads, "Consume wyseli in cuudles.' Sce Lovers’ Progress, act iv.

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