TAMING OF THE SHREW Act. IV. Sc. Ill
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor :
For 9 t is the mind that makes the body rich ;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So- honor peer eth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ? (1)
Act. v. Sc. ii.
Fie, fie ! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
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, moved 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 5 s f reward, peevish, -sullen, sour,'
And not obedient to his honest will,
