A Lord.

Persons Represented.

CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken tinker.

Kostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants, attending on the Lord.

EARTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa.
LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with

Bianca.

PETRUCHIO, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina.

GREMIO

HORTENSIO,

TRANIO,

suitors to Bianca.

BIONDELLO, servants to Lucentio.

ts to Petruchio.

GRUMIO, } servants

CURTIS,

PEJANT, an old jellow set up to personate
Vincentio.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.
Scene,--sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country,

INDUCTION.

Enter Hostess and SLY. Sly. I'LL pheese yon, in faith. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogne! Sly. Y'are a baggage the Slies are no rognes: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabrist; let the world slide: Sessat! Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have bursts?

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.
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend t hunt again.
1 Hun. I will, my lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk?
See, doin he breathe?

2 Kun. He breathes, my lord: Were he
not warmed with ale,

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jero-This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly." bimy-Go to thy cold bed, and warm theell. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough ¶.

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a [thine image! swine be lies! (Erit. Grim death, how foul and loathsome is Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were conveyed to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,

Sig. Third, or fourth, or fifth borongh, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.

Lies doen on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunter.

with Hantsmen and Servants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: [boss'd tt. Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is em And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd [good

brach.

Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

A most delicious banquet by his bed,

And brave attendants near him when he
wakes,

Would not the beggar then forget himself?
1 Hun. Eelieve me, lord, I think he can-
[when he waked.
not choose.
2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth-

less fancy.

Then take him up, and manage well the jest:

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pic

fine and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the

Spanish Tragedy.

¶ An officer whose authority equals a constable.
†† Strained.

**Bitch.

Balm his foul head with 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,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say, What is it your honour will cominand?
Let one attend him with a silver bason, [ers;
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flow-
Another bear the ewer, the third a diapert,
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:
Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic;
And, when he says he is-, say, that
dreams,

For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do, and do it kindly t, gentle sirs;
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty §.

he

1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll 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
bim;

And each one to his office, when he wakes.
[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds.
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sonnda:-
[Exit Servant.
Belike, some noble gentleman; that means,
Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Re-enter a Servant.

How now? who is it?
Serv.
An it please your honour,
Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near:-
Enter Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome.
1 Play. We thank your honour.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-
night?

2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.

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 performed.
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your ho-
[lent.-

nour means.

Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excel-
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.
There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
But I am doubtful of your modesties;
Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,
For yet his honour never heard a play,)
You break into some merry passion,

And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
If you should smile, he grows impatient.
í Play. Fear not, my lord; we can con-
tain ourselves,

Were he the veriest antic in the world.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery
And give them friendly welcome every one:
Let them want nothing that my house affords.
[Exeunt Servant and Player.
Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,
[To a Servant.
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's
chamber,

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 s
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With soft low tongne, and lowly courtesy;
And say,-What is't your honour will com
mand,

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
May show her duty, and make known her
love?
[ing kisses,
And then-with kind embracements, tempt-
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 twice seven years, hath esteemed
him

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,
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
See this despatch'd with all the haste thon

canst;

Anon I'll give thee more instructions.--
[Exit Servant.

I know, the boy will well usurp the grace,
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman:
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 connsel them: haply |, my presence
May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's
House.

SLY is discovered in a rich nicht gown,
with Attendants; some with apparel,
others with buson, ewer, and other ap
purtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like
a Servant.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink
a cup of sack?

2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of
these conserves?
[wear to-day ?

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour

Scene 11.)

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn Thou hast a lady far more beautiful honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in Than any woman in this waning age. my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings thin legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look throngh the over-leather.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in
your honour!

O, that a mighty man, of snch descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am
not I Christopher Sty, old Sly's son of Bur
ton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a
card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and
now by present profession a tinker? Ask Ma-
rian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she
know me not: if she say I am not fourteen
pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up
for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What,
I am not bestranght: Here's-

Sly. I know it well:-What must I call her?
L rd. Madam:

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords
[dream'd, and slept
call ladies.
[me;
Sly. Mada wife, they say that i have
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto
Court-leet.

Scratching her legs that one shall swear she Above some fifteen year and more.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your sit by my side, and let the world slip; we amendment, [They sit down.

ACT I.

To comb

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. Pfaith, sir, you shall never need to
I wist, it is not half way to her heart: [fear;
But, if it were, donbt not her care should be
your noddie with a three-legg❜d stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord,deliver
Gre. And me too, good Lord!
[us!
Tru. Hush, master! here is some good pas
time toward;

+ Small piece of water.
A bait or decoy.

Scene IS

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

[your fill.
Tra Well said, master: mum! and gaze
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said,-Bianca, get you in:
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best

Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discon-

tent.

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :

Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alaromis, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could fight on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition,-to be whipped at the high cross every morning.

Hor. Faith, as you say, there's small choice

My books, and instruments, shall be my com-in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar

pany:

nerva, speak.

On them to look, and practise by myself.
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Mi-
[Aide.
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why, will yon mewt her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of bell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am re-

solved :

Go in, Bianca.

[Exit BIANCA.
And for 1 know, she taketh most delight
In music, instruments, and
poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my honse,
Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,
Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up;
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca.
[Exit.
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too;

May I not;
[belike,
What, shall I be appointed hours; as though,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave?

Hat

in law makes us friends, it shall be so far
forth friendly maintained,-till by helping
Baptista's eldest daughter to. a husband, we
set his youngest free for a husband, and then
have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca!- Happy

man be his dole! He that runs fastest, gets
the ring. How say you, siguior Gremio!

Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given
him the best horse in Padua to begin his

wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed
[Exeunt GRE. and HoR.
her, and bed her, and rid the house of her.
Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is
it possible

Come on.

That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible, or likely;
But see! while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainnes do confess to thee,-
That art to me as secret, and as dear,

As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,-
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish. Iranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl:
Counsel me, Tracio, for I know thon canst;

Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
Affection is not rated + from the heart:
[Exit. If love have touch'd-yon, nonght remains but
80,--

Ta. Master it is no time to hide you now;

Redime te captum quam queas minimo.
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this

contents;

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are so good, here is none will hold yon. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out our cake's dough on, both sides. Fare- The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. well:-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit will, to teach her that wherein she delights, I

wish him to her father.

Tra. Master, you look'd.so longly on the

maid,

Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beanty in her face, Hor. So will 1, signior Gremio: But a Such as the daughters of Agenor had, word, I pray. Thongh the nature of our quar- That made great Jove to humble him to her rel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon

hand,

[strand.

advice, it toucheth ns both,-that we inay When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan

yet again have access to our fair mistress, and
be happy rivals in Bianca's love,-to labour
and effect one thing 'specially.

Gre. What's that, I pray?
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her

sister.

Tra. Saw you no more; mark'd you not,
how her sister

Began to scold; and raise up such a storm,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?

Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

Knowing, learned. ++ Driven out by chiding. Enropa.

Endowments,
It Longingly.

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