I would know further of: now, if you please Land. You shall see it. But what do you think of these men now you know 'em, And of the cause I told you of? Be wise, Con. I am advised. Land. No more words then; do that, And instantly, I told you of; be ready. Don John, I'll fit you for your frumps! Con. I shall be: But shall I see this child? Land. Within this half-hour. [Aside. Let's in, and there think better: she that's wise," Leaps at occasion first; the rest pay for it. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Country. Enter PETRUCCIO, DON JOHN, FREDERIC, and Ser vant. John. Sir, he is worth your knowledge, and a gentleman (If I that so much love him may commend him) she that's wise, Leaps at occasion first; the rest pay for it.] Mr Seward thus explains this passage: "The wise seize the first occasion; the rest, who do not so, pay or suffer for it," but we think it may mean more literally, purchase it at great expence, which at first came cheap.-Ed. 1778. Of free and virtuous parts; and one, if foul play Should fall upon us (for which fear I brought him) Will not fly back for fillips. Petr. Ye much honour me, And once more I pronounce ye Fred. Stay; both mine. What troop is that below i' th' valley there? Petr. They are so: 'Tis the duke; 'tis even he, gentlemen. Sirrah, draw back the horses till we call you. I know him by his company. Fred. I think too He bends up this way. Petr. So he does. John. Stand you still [Exit Servant. Within that covert till I call. You, Frederic, To bring on odds upon us. He comes forward; John. Fear me not; I'll give it him, and boldly. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and FREDERIC. Enter Duke and his Gentlemen. Duke. Feed the hawks up; We'll fly no more to-day.-Oh, my blest fortune! Have I so fairly met the man John. You have, sir; And him you know by this. [Points to his bonnet. Duke. Sir, all the honour And love John. I do beseech your grace stay there; (For I know you too now) that love and honour I come not to receive; nor can you give it, Till you appear fair to the world. I must beseech you, Dismiss your train a little. Duke. Walk aside, And out of hearing, I command ye. [Exeunt Gentlemen.]-Now, sir! John. Last time we met, I was a friend. You did a friend's office: Let your business Never a friend to him, cannot be friend Duke. In what have I transgress'd it? You made that breach that let in infamy, And ruin, to surprise a noble stock. Duke. Be plain, sir. John. I will, and short: You have wrong'd a gen tleman Little behind yourself, beyond all justice, Duke. The man, and manner of wrong? The wrong, you have whored his sister. Duke. What's his will in't? John. His will is to oppose you like a gentleman, And, single, to decide all. Duke. Now stay you, sir, And hear me with the like belief: This gentleman His sister that you named," 'tis true I have long loved; This gentleman His sister, that you named.] That is, the gentleman's sister that you named. Mason. (Nor was that love lascivious, as he makes it) Suffer disgrace, or ruin, by my pleasures, And him in this cause when he please; for know, sir, She is my wife, contracted before Heaven, But for his jealous danger.3 John. Sir, your pardon; And all that was my anger, now my service. But that rough man here now too John. And you shall, sir. Whoa, hoa, hoa ! Duke. I hope you have laid no ambush ? Enter PETRUCCIO. John. Only friends. Duke. My noble brother? Welcome! Come, put your anger off; we'll have no fighting, 3 But for his jealous danger.] i. e. For the danger arising from his jealousy But from what the Duke says to Petruccio below, anger seems, both to Mr Sympson and me to be most probably the true word. Seward. Seward's explanation is right, and his variation wrong, for the anger of his jealousy would soon have been conciliated by the declaration of the legality of the duke's affections; but it was necessary to guard against the dangerous effects which Petruccio's anger was likely to produce. Besides the occurrence of the word anger in Don John's next speech renders the variation very tautological. Unless you will maintain I am unworthy To bear that name. Petr. Do you speak this heartily? Duke. Upon my soul, and truly: The first priest Shall put you out of these doubts. Petr. Now I love ye; And I beseech you pardon my suspicions. You are now more than a brother, a brave friend too. John. The good man's over-joyed. Enter FREDERIC, Fred. How now? how goes it? John. Why, the man has his mare again, and all's well, Frederic; The duke professes freely he's her husband, John. Yes, for modest gentlemen. I must present you.-May it please your grace, Amongst my best thoughts, signor; in which number You being worthily disposed already, And where your grace dares trust me, all my service. brother, Now comes the bitter to our sweet: Constantia- Petr. Nor what, nor where, do I know. Wing'd with her fears, last night, beyond my knowledge, |