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Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, this clearly,
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid. I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Of that, and all the progress, more and less, Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove un- Resolvedly more leisure shall express : true,
All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, Deadly divorce step between me and you ! The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. O, my dear mother, do I see you living?
(Flourish. Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon :-(jood Tom Drum, (To PAROLLES.) lena
Advancing. me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on
The king's a beggar, now the play is done: me home, I'll make sport with thee! Let thy All is well ended, if this suit be won, courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. That you express content; which we will pay, King. Let us from point to point this story with strife to please you, day exceeding day: know,
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts.•* To make the even truth in pleasure flow:- Your gentle hanas send us, and take our hearts. If thoa be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
(Eseunt. [To Diana. * ).e. Hear us without interruption, and tate cu pusta. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy support and wind wash
TAMING OF THE
CHARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION A ORD.
To the original Play of The Taming of a Shrew, CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken
entered on the Stationers' books in 1594, and
Persons in Tinker.
printed in quarto, in 1607. Hostess, Page, Players, Hunts
tion. men, and other servants attend.
A Lord, &c. ing on the Lord.
Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c
ALPHONSUS, a merchant of Athens.
Jerobel, Duke of Cestus.
Aurelius, his Son, 2 suitors to the Daughters TRANIO,
S of Alphonsus.
VALERIA, Servant to Aurelius.
SANDER, Servant to Ferando. Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate PHYLotus, a Merchant who personates the 'Vincentio.
BIANCA, her Sister,
EMELIA, Daughters to Alphonsus. WIDOW.
PHYLEMA, Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando on Baptista and Petruchio.
and Alphonsus. SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes I SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's in Petruchio's House in the Country.
| Brach* Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd, t SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd
brach. Enter Hostess and Sly.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues; i Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard He cried upon it at the merest loss, [lord; Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ;t let And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: the world slide: Sessa !!
Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Host. You will not pay for the glasses you Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fieet, have burst?
I would esteem him worth a dozen such. Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeroni- But sup them well, and look unto them all ; my;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.ll To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch 1 Hun. I will, my lord. the thirdborough. I
[Erit. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll
See, doth he breathe? answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not boy; let him come, and kindly.
warm'd with ale, [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine. Wind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting, with
[image! Huntsmen and Serrants.
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thino Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.my hounds:
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, * Beat or knock.
+ Few words.
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his Be quiet.
And brave attendants near him when he Well, you are conie to me in happy time; wakes,
The rather for I have some sport in hand, Would not the beggar then forget himself? Wherein your cunning can assist me much. | Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot There is a lord will hear you play to-night: choose.
But I am doubtful of your modesties : 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, he wak'd.
(For yet his honour never heard a play,) Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth- You break into some merry passion, less fancy.
And so offend him : for I tell you, Sirs, Then take him up, and manage well the jest :- If you should smile, he grows impatient. Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, i Play. Fear not, my lord ; we can contain And hang it round with all my wanton pic
Were he the veriest antick in the world. Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging And give them friendly welcome every one: sweet:
Let them want nothing that my house affords. Procure me music ready when he wakes,
[Ereunt SERVANT and Players. To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
[To a SERVANT. And, with a low submissive reverence, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Say What is it your honour will command ? That done, conduct him to the drunkard's Let one attend him with a silver bason,
chamber, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; And call him—madam, do him obeisance,Another bear the ewer,* the third a diaper,t Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) And say,-Will’t please your lordship cool He bear himself with honourable action, your hands?
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Some one be ready with a costly suit,
Unto their lords, by them accomplished : And ask him what apparel he will wear; Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Another tell him of his hounds and horse, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; And that his lady mourns at his disease : And say,-What is't your honour will comPersuade him, that he hath been lunatic;
mand, And, when he says he is, say, that he dreams, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
May show her duty, and make known her love? This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs ; And then—with kind embracements, tempting It will be pastime passing excellent,
kisses, If it be husbanded with modesty.ş
And with declining head into his bosom, i Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd our part,
To see her noble lord restor'd to health, As he shall think, by our true diligence, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him He is no less than what we say he is.
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with And if the boy have not a woman's gift, him;
To rain a shower of commanded tears, And each one to his office, when he wakes.- An onion will do well for such a shift;
[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:- Sball in despite enforce a watery eye. [canst;
[Exit SERVANT. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Anon I'll give thee more instructions.Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Re-enter a SERVANT.
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman:
I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; How now? who is it?
And how my men will stay themselves from Serv. An it please your honour,
laughter, Players that offer service to your lordship.
When they do homage to this simple peasant. Lord. Bid them come near :
I'll in to counsel them: haply* my presence Enter PLAYERS.
May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Now, fellows, you are welcome.
(Exeunt i Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to
SCENE II. night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept
A Bedchamber in the LORD's House. our duty.
SlY is discorered in a rich night goun, rith AtLord. With all my heart. This fellow I re- tendants ; some with apparel, others uith bason, remember,
ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter LORD, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;- dressed like a Serrunt, 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
Sly. For God's sake a pot of small aie. I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
i Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.
cup of sack? 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour
2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of
these conserves? means. Lord. "Tis very true ;-thou didst it exeel.
3 Serv. Wbat raiment will your honour wear lent
Sly. I am Christophero Sly: call not be Pitcher.
+ Napkin. Naturally (Moderation
honour, nor lordship. I never drank sack in Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? my life; and if you give me any conserves, give Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? me conserves of beet: Ne'er ask me what rai- I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; Rent I'll wear; for I have no more doublets I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; 20 more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly. leet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; through the over-leather.
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wasb honour!
your hands? O, that a mighty man, of such descent,
[SERVANTS present an ewer, basin, and napkin Of such possessions, and so high esteem, 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! Should be infused with so foul a spirit! O, that once more you knew but what you are!
Sly. What, would you make me mad ? Am These fifteen years you have been in a dream: pot i Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton- Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slepi. heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card- Sly. These fifteen years, by my fay,' a goodly maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now
nap. by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian But did I never speak of all that time? Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know 1 Serr. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on For though you say here in this goodly chamber, the score for sheer ale, score me up for the Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am And rail upon the hostess of the house; not bestraught:* Here's
And say, you would present her at the leet, 1 Sero. O, this it is, that makes your lady Becausc she brought stone jugs and no seald
[Hacket. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants Sometimes you would call out for Cicely droop.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun 3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor your house,
no such maid; As beaten hence by your strange lunacy, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd on (), noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; (ment, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish | And Peter Turf, and Henry l'impernell; And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: And twenty more such names and men as these, Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
All. Amen. And twenty caged nightingales do sing; Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
Enter the Page, as a lady, with uttendants. i On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. (ground: Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the Page. How fares my noble lord ? Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
enough. Dost thou love hawking i thou hast hawks will Where is my wife ?
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
with her? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me thein,
husband? And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. My men should call me-lord; I am your good. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyliounds are as swift
Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
husband; 2 Serr. Dost thou love pictures ? we will I am your wife in all obedience. fetch thee straight
Sly. I know it well:—What must I call her? Adonis, painted by a running brook :
Lord. Madam. And Cytherea all in sedges hid; (breath,
Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam? Which seem to move and wanton with her Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
call ladies. Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
dream'd, and slept As lively painted as the deed was done.
Above some fifteen year and more. 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; wood;
[bleeds: Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Scratching her legs that one shall swear she Sly. "Tis much ;- -Servants leave me and And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
her alone. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of Thou hast a lady far more beautiful [lord :
you, Than any woman in this waning age.
To pardon me yet for a night or two; 1 Serr. And, till the tears that she hath shed Or, if not so, until the sun be set: for thee,
For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, In peril to incur your former malady, She was the fairest creature in the world;
That I should yet absent me from your bed: And yet she is inferior to none.
I hope, this reason stands for my excus. * Distracted.
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry | We could at once put us in readiness; so long. "But I would be loath to fall into my And take a lodging, fit to entertain dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget. of the flesh and the blood.
But stay awhile: What company is this;
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to Enter a ServANT.
town. Serr. Your honour's players, hearing your Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GRENIO, amendment,
and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
aside. For so your doctors hold it very meet; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, blood,
For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,
That is,-not to bestow my youngest daughter, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Before I have a husband for the elder: And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, If either of you both love Katharina, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens Because I know you well, and love you well, life.
Leave shall you have to court her at your Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not pleasure. a commonty,* a Christmas gambol, or a tum- Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for bling trick? Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? stuff.
Kath. I pray you, Sir, (To BAP.] is it your
will Sly. What, household stuff? Page. It is a kind of history.
To make a stale* of me amongst these mates ? Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall
mates for you, ne'er be younger.
[They sit down. Unless you we of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to ACT І.
I wis,t it is not halt way to her heart: [fear; SCENE 1.–Padua.- A public Place.
But, if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Luc. Tranio, since—for the great desire I had Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliTo see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
ver us! I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
Gre. And me too, good Lord! The pleasant garden of great Italy;
Tru. Hush, master! here is some good pas. And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
time toward; With his good will, and thy good company, That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; Luc. But in the other's silence I do see Here let us breathe, and happily institute Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety. A course of learning, and ingenioust studies. Peace, Tranio. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Tru. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your Gave me my being, and my father first,
fill. A merchant of great traffic through the world, Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make gooil Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
What I have said,- Bianca, get you in : Yincentio his son, brought up in Florence, And let it not displease thee,
good Bianca ; It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: Kath. A pretty peat!: 'tis best And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why. Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.Will I apply, that treats of happiness Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.
My books, and instruments, shall be my comTell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left,
pany; And am to Padua come; as he that leaves On them to look, and practise by myself. A shallow plash, i to plunge him in the deep, Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear MinerAnd with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
(Aside. Tra. Mi perdonate, ý gentle master mine, Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange! I am in all affected as yourself;
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
up, Only, good master, while we do admire Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, This virtue, and this moral discipline,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray; Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd : Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
Go in, Bianca.
[Exit BIANCA As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
And for I know, she taketh most delight Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, In music, instruments, and poetry, And practise rhetoric in your common talk : Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Music and poesy use to quicken you :
Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, The mathematics, and the metaphysics, Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such, Fall to them, as you find your stomach' serves Preter|| them híther; for to cunning men you:
I will be very kind, and liberal No profit grows, where is no plcasure ta'en;- To mine own children in good bringing up; In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.
And so farewell. Katharina you may stay; Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou ad-For I have more to commune with Bianca if, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, [vise.
(Exil, For comedy. + Ingenuous. Small piece of water. * A bait or decoy. + Think. Pet. | Pardon me Harshe rules, 9 Animate.