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TAMING OF THE SHREW.
TRANIO, CARISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.
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.
BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
KATHARINA, the shrew ;
} daughters to Baptista.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on.
Baptista and Petruchio.
, } suitors to Bianca.
sometimes in PADUA; and sometimes in PETRUCHIO's House in the Country.
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,
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,
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 :
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?
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
May well abate their over-merry spleen,
(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
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!
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.
Lod. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
That I should yet absent me from your bed :
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,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Sly. What, houshold stuff?
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 ?
[They sit down. Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing stuff.
SCENE I. - Padua. A publick Place.
Enter Lucentio and Tranio. Luc. Tranio, since — for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all ; Here let us breathe, and happily instituto A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that troats of happiness By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind : for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come ; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst,
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue your resolve, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue, and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, 1 pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd : Talk logick with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetorick in your common talk : Musick and poesy use to quicken you ; The mathematicks, and the metaphysicks, Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you : No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness ; And take a lodging, fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget. But stay awhile : What company is this?
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. Enter Baptista, KATHARINA, Bianca, Gremio, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and T'ranio stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
If either of you both love Katharina,
Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for There, there Hortensio, will you any wife ?
Kath. I pray you, sir, (to Bap.) is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no
mates for you, Unless you wpre of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear ;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Tra. Well said, master ; mum! and gaze your fill.
Kath. A pretty peat ! 'tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Why, will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:
(Exit Bianca And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, 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 gond bringing-up ; Aud so farewell. Katharina you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. (Erk Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; May
: 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.
Lar. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;
(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,
I am content to be Lucentio,
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
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,