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_THE WORKS_

OF

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

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    THE WORKS

    OF

    WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE


    EDITED BY

    WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK, M.A.

    FELLOW AND TUTOR OF TRINITY COLLEGE, AND PUBLIC ORATOR IN THE
    UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE;

    AND WILLIAM ALDIS WRIGHT, M.A.

    LIBRARIAN OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.


    _VOLUME III._


    Cambridge and London:

    MACMILLAN AND CO.

    1863.

    CAMBRIDGE:
    PRINTED BY C. J. CLAY, M.A.
    AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.




CONTENTS.


                                                            PAGE
    The Preface                                              vii

    THE TAMING OF THE SHREW                                    3

    Notes to The Taming of The Shrew                         101

    ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL                                109

    Notes to All's Well That Ends Well                       215

    TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL                         223

    Notes to Twelfth Night; or, What You Will                311

    THE WINTER'S TALE                                        317

    Notes to The Winter's Tale                               429




PREFACE.


The four plays printed in this volume appeared for the first time in the
Folio of 1623, and in the same order in which they are here given.

Of _The Taming of the Shrew_ alone is there any Quarto edition. The
title-page of this, as it appears in Capell's copy, is as follows:

     A wittie | and pleasant | Comedie | Called | _The Taming of the
     Shrew_. | As it was acted by his Maiesties | _Seruants at the_
     Blacke Friers | _and the_ Globe. | Written by Will. Shakespeare. |
     LONDON, | Printed by W. S. for _John Smethwicke_, and are to be |
     sold at his Shop in Saint _Dunstones_ Church- | yard vnder the
     Diall: | 1631. |

From a minute comparison of this Quarto edition with the First Folio,
extending to points which are necessarily left unrecorded in our notes,
we have come to the conclusion that the Quarto was printed from the
Folio. It is necessary to mention this, because Mr Collier, in the
second edition of his Shakespeare, maintains that the Quarto was printed
long before 1623, perhaps as early as 1607 or 1609; that its publication
"had been in some way'stayed' by the intervention of the author, on
behalf of himself and the company to which he belonged; and that, having
in consequence been laid aside for a number of years, some copies of it,
remaining in the hands of Smithwicke the stationer, were issued in 1631,
as if it had been then first published." Mr Collier also conjectures
that the title-page was'struck off long subsequent to the printing of
the body of the comedy to which it is attached.' That this could not
have been the case appears from an examination of Capell's copy, the
only one known to us which has the title-page perfect. In this the title
forms part of the first quire, and has not been inserted. The paper on
which it is printed is the same as that used for the rest of the play,
the wire-marks corresponding throughout. The passages from the Quarto
and Folio which Mr Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to
make strongly against it.

We have not reprinted the old play called _The Taming of a Shrew_, on
which Shakespeare founded his comedy, because it is manifestly by
another hand. It is referred to in the notes as (Q).

The 'Long MS.,' to which we have referred, is a copy of the Second Folio
in the Library of Pembroke College, Cambridge, which was formerly in the
possession of Dr Roger Long, Master of the College from 1733 to 1770. It
contains marginal emendations, some from Theobald and Warburton, marked
'T.' and 'W.' respectively; some to which the initial 'L.' is affixed,
and some without any initial letter at all. Such of these as could not
be traced to any earlier source we have quoted as 'Long conj. MS.' or
'Long MS.' For permission to use this volume we are indebted to the
kindness of the Rev. C. H. Parez.

Mr Keightley has, with great liberality, sent for our use the MS. of his
forthcoming work 'The Shakespeare Expositor.' We beg to return him our
best thanks.

To the number of those whom we have to thank for kind assistance we add
with pleasure the names of the Rev. G. B. Bubier, the Rev. N. M.
Ferrers, and Dr Meredith of Quebec.

    W. G. C.
    W. A. W.




ADDENDA AND CORRIGENDA.


_The Taming of the Shrew._

     II. 1. 108. _To_] _Unto_ S. Walker conj.

      IV. 1. 36, 37. _and... thou wilt_] _is... will thaw_ Badham
      conj. In note on line 37 dele _will thaw_ Anon. conj.

      IV. 5. 22. Add to note, _so it shall be, so_ Mitford conj.

      IV. 5. 77. _Have to_] _Have at_ Jervis conj.


_All's Well that Ends Well._

     I. 1. 97. In the note, for _Williams_ read _Badham_.

      II. 1. 170. _maiden's_] _maid's_ S. Walker conj.

      III. 2. 108. Add to note, _move the still-reeking_ Jervis conj.

      IV. 2. 38. Add to note, _make ropes... snare or wake hopes...
      scare_ Bubier conj.

      IV. 3. 94. Add to note, _he has_ Steevens.

      IV. 3. 96. For _he has_ read _has_, and in the note read _has_]
      _ha's_ Ff. _he has_ Steevens.


_The Winter's Tale._

     I. 2. 147, 148. Add to note, Her. _How my lord?_ Pol. _What...
     brother?_

      II. 1. 40. Add to note, _drink deep_ Long MS. Mr Staunton's
      conjecture should be _drink deep o't_.




THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.




DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[1].


    A Lord.                                        }
    Christopher Sly, a tinker.                     } Persons in the
    Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Servants.} Induction

    BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
    _Vincentio_, an old gentleman of Pisa.
    _Lucentio_, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.
    _Petruchio_[2], a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina.

    GREMIO,   }
    HORTENSIO,} suitors to Bianca.

    TRANIO,   }
    BIONDELLO,} servants to Lucentio.

    GRUMIO[3],}
    CURTIS[4],} servants to Petruchio.

    A Pedant.

    KATHARINA, the shrew,}
    BIANCA,              } daughters to Baptista.

    Widow.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE: _Padua_, _and Petruchio's country house_.


FOOTNOTES:

  [1] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ] First given by Rowe.

  [2] PETRUCHIO] PETRUCIO Knight. PETRUCCIO Ritson conj.

  [3] GRUMIO] GRUNNIO S. Walker conj.

  [4] CURTIS] Capell.




THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.




INDUCTION.

SCENE I. _Before an alehouse on a heath_.


_Enter_ HOSTESS _and_ SLY.

    _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!                      5

    _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 thirdborough.
                                                [_Exit._              10


    _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;                         15
    And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
    Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
    At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?
    I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

    _First Hun._ Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;               20
    He cried upon it at the merest loss
    And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
    Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

    _Lord._ Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
    I would esteem him worth a dozen such.                            25
    But sup them well and look unto them all:
    To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

    _First Hun._ I will, my lord.

    _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,    30
    This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

    _Lord._ O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
    Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
    Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
    What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,                       35
    Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
    A most delicious banquet by his bed,
    And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
    Would not the beggar then forget himself?

    _First Hun._ Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.          40

    _Sec. Hun._ It would seem strange unto him when he waked.

    _Lord._ Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
    Then take him up and manage well the jest:
    Carry him gently to my fairest chamber
    And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:                    45
    Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters
    And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
    Procure me music ready when he wakes,
    To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
    And if he chance to speak, be ready straight                      50
    And with a low submissive reverence
    Say 'What is it your honour will command?'
    Let one attend him with a silver basin
    Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers;
    Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,                        55
    And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'
    Some one be ready with a costly suit
    And ask him what apparel he will wear;
    Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
    And that his lady mourns at his disease:                          60
    Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
    And when he says he is, say that he dreams,
    For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
    This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
    It will be pastime passing excellent,                             65
    If it be husbanded with modesty.

    _First Hun._ My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,
    As he shall think by our true diligence
    He is no less than what we say he is.

    _Lord._ Take him up gently and to bed with him;                   70
    And each one to his office when he wakes.
                         [_Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds._

    Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:
                                             [_Exit Servingman._

    Belike, some noble gentleman that means,
    Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

_Re-enter_ Servingman.

    How now! who is it?

    _Serv._           An't please your honour, players                75
    That offer service to your lordship.

    _Lord._ Bid them come near.

_Enter_ Players.

                                Now, fellows, you are welcome.

    _Players._ We thank your honour.

    _Lord._ Do you intend to stay with me to-night?

    _A Player._ So please your lordship to accept our duty.           80

    _Lord._ With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
    Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son:
    'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
    I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
    Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.                         85

    _A Player._ I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.

    _Lord._ Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.
    Well, you are come to me in happy time;
    The rather for I have some sport in hand
    Wherein your cunning can assist me much.                          90
    There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
    But I am doubtful of your modesties;
    Lest over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,--
    For yet his honour never heard a play,--
    You break into some merry passion                                 95
    And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
    If you should smile he grows impatient.

    _A Player._ Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,
    Were he the veriest antic in the world.

    _Lord._ Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,                    100
    And give them friendly welcome every one:
    Let them want nothing that my house affords.
                                  [_Exit one with the Players._

    Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page,
    And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
    That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;                105
    And call him'madam,' do him obeisance.
    Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
    He bear himself with honourable action,
    Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
    Unto their lords, by them accomplished:                          110
    Such duty to the drunkard let him do
    With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
    And say, 'What is't your honour will command,
    Wherein your lady and your humble wife
    May show her duty and make known her love?'                      115
    And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
    And with declining head into his bosom,
    Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
    To see her noble lord restored to health,
    Who for this seven years hath esteemed him                       120
    No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
    And if the boy have not a woman's gift
    To rain a shower of commanded tears,
    An onion will do well for such a shift,
    Which in a napkin being close convey'd                           125
    Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
    See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst:
    Anon I'll give thee more instructions.   [_Exit a Servingman._
    I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
    Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman:                         130
    I long to hear him call the drunkard husband,
    And how my men will stay themselves from laughter
    When they do homage to this simple peasant.
    I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence
    May well abate the over-merry spleen                             135
    Which otherwise would grow into extremes.         [_Exeunt._

LINENOTES:

  [INDUCTION.] Pope. om. Ff Q. See note (I).

  [SCENE I. Before...] Theobald. A Hedge Ale-house. Capell.

  [Enter...] Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly. Ff Q.

  [1] _pheeze_] _fese_ (Q).

  [2] _stocks_] F3 F4. _stockes_ F1 Q.] _stokes_ F2.

  [4] _came in_] _came_ Rowe (ed. 1).

  [5] _paucas_] _paucus_ F4.

  [7] _Go by, Jeronimy_] _goe by Ieronimie_ Q. _go by S. Ieronimie_ Ff
  (_Ieronimy_ F2. _Jeronimy_ F3 F4). _go by, Jeronimo_ Theobald. '_go
  by_,' _says Jeronimy_ Steevens (Capell conj.). _go--by S. Jeronimy_
  Knight. See note (II).

  [9] _thirdborough_] Theobald. _head-borough_ Ff Q.

  [10] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff Q.

  [13] [Falls asleep.] Ff Q. Falls from off his bench, and sleeps.
  Capell. Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Malone.

  [14] SCENE II. Pope.

  Horns winded.] Winde hornes. Ff Q.

  [15] _Brach_] _Leech_ Hanmer. _Bathe_ Johnson conj. _Breathe_ Mitford
  conj. _Brace_ Becket conj. _Trash_ Singer.

  _Brach... emboss'd_;] (_Brach_ _Merriman_, _the poor cur, is
  emboss'd_,) Grant White. _Brach_,