"She says you are playing some jest, she will not come."
"Better and better," cried Petruchio; "now go to your mistress and say I command her to come to me."
They all began to laugh, saying they knew what her answer would be, and that she would not come.
Then suddenly Baptista cried--
"Here comes Katharine!" And sure enough--there she was.
"What do you wish, sir?" she asked her husband.
"Where are your sister and Hortensio"s wife?"
"Talking by the parlor fire."
"Fetch them here."
When she was gone to fetch them, Lucentio said--
"Here is a wonder!"
"I wonder what it means," said Hortensio.
"It means peace," said Petruchio, "and love, and quiet life."
"Well," said Baptista, "you have won the wager, and I will add another twenty thousand crowns to her dowry--another dowry for another daughter--for she is as changed as if she were someone else."
So Petruchio won his wager, and had in Katharine always a loving wife and true, and now he had broken her proud and angry spirit he loved her well, and there was nothing ever but love between those two. And so they lived happy ever afterwards.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE
More centuries ago than I care to say, the people of Vienna were governed too mildly. The reason was that the reigning Duke Vicentio was excessively good-natured, and disliked to see offenders made unhappy.
The consequence was that the number of ill-behaved persons in Vienna was enough to make the Duke shake his head in sorrow when his chief secretary showed him it at the end of a list. He decided, therefore, that wrongdoers must be punished. But popularity was dear to him. He knew that, if he were suddenly strict after being lax, he would cause people to call him a tyrant. For this reason he told his Privy Council that he must go to Poland on important business of state. "I have chosen Angelo to rule in my absence," said he.
Now this Angelo, although he appeared to be n.o.ble, was really a mean man. He had promised to marry a girl called Mariana, and now would have nothing to say to her, because her dowry had been lost. So poor Mariana lived forlornly, waiting every day for the footstep of her stingy lover, and loving him still.
Having appointed Angelo his deputy, the Duke went to a friar called Thomas and asked him for a friar"s dress and instruction in the art of giving religious counsel, for he did not intend to go to Poland, but to stay at home and see how Angelo governed.
Angelo had not been a day in office when he condemned to death a young man named Claudio for an act of rash selfishness which nowadays would only be punished by severe reproof.
Claudio had a queer friend called Lucio, and Lucio saw a chance of freedom for Claudio if Claudio"s beautiful sister Isabella would plead with Angelo.
Isabella was at that time living in a nunnery. n.o.body had won her heart, and she thought she would like to become a sister, or nun.
Meanwhile Claudio did not lack an advocate.
An ancient lord, Escalus, was for leniency. "Let us cut a little, but not kill," he said. "This gentleman had a most n.o.ble father."
Angelo was unmoved. "If twelve men find me guilty, I ask no more mercy than is in the law."
Angelo then ordered the Provost to see that Claudio was executed at nine the next morning.
After the issue of this order Angelo was told that the sister of the condemned man desired to see him.
"Admit her," said Angelo.
On entering with Lucio, the beautiful girl said, "I am a woeful suitor to your Honor."
"Well?" said Angelo.
She colored at his chill monosyllable and the ascending red increased the beauty of her face. "I have a brother who is condemned to die," she continued. "Condemn the fault, I pray you, and spare my brother."
"Every fault," said Angelo, "is condemned before it is committed. A fault cannot suffer. Justice would be void if the committer of a fault went free."
She would have left the court if Lucio had not whispered to her, "You are too cold; you could not speak more tamely if you wanted a pin."
So Isabella attacked Angelo again, and when he said, "I will not pardon him," she was not discouraged, and when he said, "He"s sentenced; "tis too late," she returned to the a.s.sault. But all her fighting was with reasons, and with reasons she could not prevail over the Deputy.
She told him that nothing becomes power like mercy. She told him that humanity receives and requires mercy from Heaven, that it was good to have gigantic strength, and had to use it like a giant. She told him that lightning rives the oak and spares the myrtle. She bade him look for fault in his own breast, and if he found one, to refrain from making it an argument against her brother"s life.
Angelo found a fault in his breast at that moment. He loved Isabella"s beauty, and was tempted to do for her beauty what he would not do for the love of man.
He appeared to relent, for he said, "Come to me to-morrow before noon."
She had, at any rate, succeeded in prolonging her brother"s life for a few hours."
In her absence Angelo"s conscience rebuked him for trifling with his judicial duty.
When Isabella called on him the second time, he said, "Your brother cannot live."
Isabella was painfully astonished, but all she said was, "Even so.
Heaven keep your Honor."
But as she turned to go, Angelo felt that his duty and honor were slight in comparison with the loss of her.
"Give me your love," he said, "and Claudio shall be freed."
"Before I would marry you, he should die if he had twenty heads to lay upon the block," said Isabella, for she saw then that he was not the just man he pretended to be.
So she went to her brother in prison, to inform him that he must die.
At first he was boastful, and promised to hug the darkness of death.
But when he clearly understood that his sister could buy his life by marrying Angelo, he felt his life more valuable than her happiness, and he exclaimed, "Sweet sister, let me live."