TAMING OF THE SHREW.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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A LORD.

TRANIO, CARISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.

BIONDELLO,

servants to Lucentio. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, Persons in the Grumio, end ether Servants attending on Induction.

servants to Petruchio. the Lord.

Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.

CURTIS," }

BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
PISCLATIO, an old gentlemen of Pisa.
LICENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.
Paracho, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

Katharina.

KATHARINA, the shrew ;
BIANCA, her sister,
Widow.

} daughters to Baptista.

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Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on.

Baptista and Petruchio.

Honzessio

, } suitors to Bianca.

SCENE,

sometimes in PADUA; and sometimes in PETRUCHIO's House in the Country.

INDUCTION.

borst!

SCENE I. - Before an Alehouse on a Heath. 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord ;

He cried upon it at the merest loss,
Enter Hostess and Sly.

And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent : Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Hz. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Lord. Thou art a fool ; if Echo were as fleet, Sz.. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues : I would esteem him worth a dozen such. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard But sup them well, and look unto them all; Cosqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ; let the To-morrow I intend to hunt again. world slide : Sessa!

| Hun. I will, my lord. Host . You will not pay for the glasses you have Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk? See,

doth he breathe? 33. No, nta denier : Go by, says Jeronimy ;- 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord : Were he not Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee,

warın'd with ale, Hist

. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Girlborough.

[Erit. Lord. O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an

lies! ter him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy ; let Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! him carne, and kindly.

Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. [lies down un the ground, and falls asleep. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Find korns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Wrapp?d in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,

A most delicious banquet by his bed,
Huntsmen and Servants.

And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Would not the beggar then forget himself? bounds :

1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Brach Merriman, — the poor cur is emboss'd, 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he And coople Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.

wak'd. Saar's thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault ?

fancy. I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Then take him up, and manage well the jest :

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And say,

And say,

Carry lim gently to my fairest chamber,

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery. And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : And give them friendly welcome every one : Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Let them want nothing that my house affords. And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet :

(Ereunt Servant and Players. Procure me musick ready when he wakes, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;

[To a Servant. And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And see him dress’d in all suits like a lady : And, with a low submissive reverence,

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, Say, — What is it your honour will command ? And call him — madam, do him obeisance. Let one attend him with a silver bason,

Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; He bear himself with honourable action, Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Will't please your lordship cool your Unto their lords, by them accomplished : hands?

Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Some one be ready with a costly suit,

With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; And ask him what apparel he will wear ;

What is't your honour will command, Another tell him of his hounds and horse,

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, And that his lady mourns at his disease :

May show her duty, and make known her love? Persuade him, that he hath been lunatick;

And then — with kind embracements, tempting And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams,

kisses, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

And with declining head into his bosom, This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs ;

Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd It will be pastime passing excellent,

To see her noble lord restor'd to health, If it be husbanded with modesty.

Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: part,

And if the boy hath not a woman's gift, As he shall think, by our true diligence,

To rain a shower of commanded tears, He is no less than what we say he is.

An onion will do well for such a shift; Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Which in a napkin being close conveyed, And each one to his office, when he wakes. - Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

(Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :- Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Erit Servant.

(Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman : that means,

I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Tra elling some journey, to repose him here. Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman :

I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; Re-enter a Servant.

And how my men will stay themselves from How now? who is it?

laughter, Serv.

An it please your honour, When they do homage to this simple peasari. Players that offer service to your lordship.

I'll in to counsel them : baply, my presence
Lord. Bid them come near :

May well abate their over-merry spleen,
Enter Players.
Which otherwise would grow into extremes.

(Ereunde Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour.

SCENE II. – A Bedchamber in the Lord's House Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night ? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our

Sly is discovered in a rich night-goun, uith Attend. duty.

ants ; some with apparel, others with bason, euer, Lord. With all my heart.

This fellow I re

and other appurlenances. Enter LORD, dressco member,

like a servant. Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup I have forgot your name ; but, sure, that part

sack ? Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

2 Scrv. Will’t please your honour taste of these 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour

conserves ?

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to Lord. 'Tis very true; — thou didst it excellent.

day? Well, you are come to me in happy time;

Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour The rather for I have some sport in hand,

nor lordship : I never drank sack in my life ; and Wherein your cunning can assist me much. you give me any conserves, give me conserves There is a lord will hear you play to-night : beef : Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear : for But I am doubtful of your modesties;

have no more doublets than backs, no more stuck Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,

ings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay (For yet his honour never heard a play,

sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes You break into some merry passion,

my toes look through the overleather. And so offend him ; for I tell you, sirs,

Lord. Heaven ccase this idle humour in your If you should smile, he grows impatient.

honour! 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our- O, that a miglity man of such descent, selves,

Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Were he the veriest antick in the world.

Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

means.

Sv. What, would you make me mad? Am not O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! 1 Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath ; 0, that once more you knew but what you are ! by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by These fifteen years you have been in a dream; tun mutation a bear-herd, and now by present pro- Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept. asion a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale- Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. wife of Wincot, if she know me not : if she say I | But did I never speak of all that time? a not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words : score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, What, I am not bestraught : Here's

Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; 1 &r. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. And rail upon the hostess of the house; 9 Sere. O, this it is that makes your servants And say, you would present her at the leet, droop.

Because she brought stone jugs and no scal'd quarts: Lord Hence comes it that your kindred shun Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. your house,

Sly. Ay, the woman's inaid of the house. As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such 0. noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

maid; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams ; As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Lack how thy servants do attend on thee,

And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; Each in his office ready at thy beck.

And twenty more such names and men as these, Wilt thou have musick ? hark! Apollo plays, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Musick. Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! And twenty caged nightingales do sing :

AU. Amen. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Sfier and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. Say, thou wilt walk : we will bestrew the ground: 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 enough, Ther lartess studded all with gold and pearl. Where is my wife ? Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with soar

her? Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Tay hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

husband ? And fetch shrill echoes from the bollow earth. My men should call me-lord ; I am your goodman. 1 Sete. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and as swift

husband; As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

I am your wife in all obedience. 2 Sere. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? thee straight

Lord. Madam. Adonis, painted by a running brook :

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ? And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;

Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call Weich seem to move and wanton with her breath,

ladies. Eren as the waving sedges play with wind.

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ;

and slept And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd,

Above some fifteen year and more. As lively painted as the deed was done.

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; 3 Sete. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. wood;

Sly. 'Tis much; Servants, leave me and her Schriching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds:

alone. And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
So wurkman's the blood and tears are drawn. Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you,

Lod. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
Than any woman in this waning age.

For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
I Sere. And, till the tears that she hath shed for In peril to incur your former malady,
thee,

That I should yet absent me from your bed :
Take errious floods o'er-ran her lovely face, I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.
She was the fairest creature in the world ;

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so And yet she is inferior to none.

long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh Ordo I dream, or have I dream'd till now? and the blood. I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak; I sell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

Enter a Servant. Lipon my life, I am a lord, indeed ;

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendAnd not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.

ment, Wed, bring our lady hither to our sight;

Are come to play a pleasant comedy, And once again, & pot o'the smallest ale.

For so your doctors hold it very meet; 2 STR. Will't please your mightiness to wash Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your blool, your hands?

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, (Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,

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And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Sly. What, houshold stuff?
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Page.

It is a kind of history. Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not a Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling- by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er trick ?

be younger.

[They sit down. Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing stuff.

ACT I.

trance.

: What, shall I be appointed hours ; as though, belike, | That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, I knew not what to take, and what to leave! Ha! When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.

[Erit. Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts

her sister e so good, here is none will hold you. Their love Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ? mais together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, erugh on both sides. Farewell :-Yet, for the love And with her breath she did perfume the air; I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her. ca a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his I will wish him to her father ?

Hur. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I I pray, awake, sir ; If you love the maid, yaş. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth

stands : s both, that we may yet again have access to our Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd, fir mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, That, till the father rid his hands of her, to labour and effect one thing 'specially.

Master, your love must live a maid at home; Gre. What's that, I pray ?

And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors. Gre. A husband! a devil.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Hor. I say, a husband.

But art thou not advis'd, he took some care Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her ? though ber father be very rich, any man is so very Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir ; and now 'tis plotted. a fool to be married to hell ?

Luc. I have it, Tranio. Ho. Tush, Grernio, though it pass your patience Tra.

Master, for my hand, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. tisere be good fellows in the world, an a man could Luc. Tell me thine first. light on them, would take her with all faults, and Tra.

You will be schoolmaster, Doter enough.

And undertake the teaching of the maid: Gre. I cannot tell ; but I had as lief take her That's your device. dowry with this condition, — to be whipped at the Luc.

It is : May it be done? high-cross every morning.

Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part, Her. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ? retten apples. But, come; since this bar in law Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; make us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Eaintained, -till by helping Baptista's eldest daugh- Luc. Basta ; content thee ; for I have it full. ter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a hus- We have not yet been seen in any house ; band, and then have to't afresh. - Sweet Bianca ! - Nor can we be distinguished by our faces, Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest, gets For man, or master : then it follows thus ; the ring. How say you, signior Gremio ?

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should : best borse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would I will some other be ; some Florentine, doroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. the house of her. Come on.

'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so : - Tranio, at once (Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. Uncase thec; take my colour'd hat and cloak : Tre. (Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, — - Is it When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; possible

But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
That love should of a sudden take such hold ? Tra. So had you need. [ They exchange habits.

Lar. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
I never thought it possible, or likely;

And I am tied to be obedient;
Bat see! while idly I stood looking on,

(For so your father charg'd me at our parting ; I found the effect of love in idleness :

Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,
And now in plainness do confess to thee, - Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,)
Tat art to me as secret, and as dear,

I am content to be Lucentio,
As Anda to the queen of Carthage was, -

Because so well I love Lucentio. Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : If I zbiere not this young modest girl :

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst ; Whose sudden sight hath thrall d my wounded eye.
Ásést me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Enter BIONDELLO.
Tro. Master, it is no time to chide you now ;
Affection is not rated from the heart :

Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you Ir love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,

been ? Redini te captum quam queas minimo.

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this con

are you? tents;

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol’n your clothes ? The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Or you stol’n his ? or both ? pray, what's the news?

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Luc. Sirrah, come hither ; 'tis no time to jest, Pertaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. And therefore frame your inanners to the time.

Lse. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,