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Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would finuate with you in the behalf of a good play !--I have

am not furnish'd 2 like a beggar, therefore to beg I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. will not become me: my way is, to conjure you : Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed: we will begin and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, o these rites,

women, for the love you bear to men, to like as As we do trust they'll end, in true delights. much of this play as pleases them; and I charge

you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as E PILOGUE.

I perceive by your fimpering, none of you hate Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epi- them) that between you and the women, the play logue : but it is no more únhandsome, than to see may please. If I were a woman 3, I would kiss the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, com, wine needs no bujh', 'tis true, that a good play plexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defy'd needs no epilogue : Yet to good wine they do use not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, good bushes; and good plays prove the better by or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in offer when I make curtsy, bid me farewel. then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor can in-l

[Exeunt omnes.

1 It is even now the custom in some of the midland counties, (particularly Staffordshire) to hang a bush at the door of an ale-house, or, as it is there called, mug-house. 2 i. e. dressed. 3 In our author's time, the parts of women were always performed by men or boys.



A Lord, before wbom zbe Play is supposed to be play'd.
CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken Tinker.

Puga, Players, Hunismen, and other Servanes artæding on ibe Lord,


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BAPTISTA, Father to Katharina and Bianca, very (TRANIO,

Servants to Lucention ricb. VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

GRUMIO, Servant to Petruchio. LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Biança. PEDANT, an old Fellow set up to perfonate line PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a suitor 80

centio. Karbarina.




} Pretenders to Bianca.

Taylor, Haberdafler; with Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchia

SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and fomctimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.



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Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Before an Alebouse on a Heath.

Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris 3 : let the

world lide 4 : Sela! Enter Hoffs and Sly.

Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have Sly. 'LL pheese' you, in faith.

bursts? Hefi. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, Jeronimy ;Siy. Y'are a baggage ; the Slies are no 2 rogues : Go to thy cold bed, and warm thice“.


ii.e. I'll harrass or plague you; or perhaps I'll pheese you, may have a meaning similar to the vulgar phrase of comb your head. 2 Meaning, no vagranis, but gentlemen. 3 Sly, as an ignorant fellow, is purposely made to aim at languages out of his knowledge, and knock the words out of joint. The Spaniards say, pocas palabras. i. e. few words: as they do likewise, Cella, i. e. be quiei.-Mr. Stecvens says, this is a burlesque on Hieronymo, which Theobald speaks of in a following note. 4 A proverbial expression. si. c. kroke. 6 Mr. Theobald's comment on this speech is thus : “ The passage has particular humour in it, and must have been very pleasing at that time of " day. But I must clear up a piece of stage history, to make it understood. There is a tuftian old play, "called Hieronymo ; or, The Spanish Tragedy: which, 1 find, was the common butt of raillery to all the

poets in Shakspeare's time: and a pallage, that appeared very ridiculous in that play, is here hu" mourously alluded 10. Hieronymo, thinking hinsell injured, applies to the king for justice; buc " the courtiers, who did not deire his wrongs should be ict in a true light, attempt to hinder him * from an audience. Hiero. Justice, uh! jajkice to Hicronimo. Lor. Back;am foc'At thou not the

your hands

Həft. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the And, with a low submislive reverence, thirdborough

[Exir. Say,--What is it your honour will conimand : Sly. Third, fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer Let one attend him with a silver balon, him by law: l'll not budge an inch, boy; let him Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; come, and kindly.

[Falls asleep. Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hurting, with a train. And say,--Will't please your loruthip cool Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds :

Some one be ready with a costly fuit, Brach 2 Meri iman,--the poor cur is imbofts— And ask liim what apparel he will wear ; And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. Another tell him of his hounds and horie, Sawilt thou not, bey, bow Silver made it good And that his lady mourns at his disease : At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?

Persuade him that he hath been lunatick; I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. And, when he says he is, say that he dream

Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; For he is nothing but a mighty lord. He cried upon it at the meereft loss,

This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs; And twice to-lay pick'd out the dullest scent ; It will be paftime patsing excellent, Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

If it be husbanded with modelty +.
Lord. Thou art a fool ; if Eccho were as fleet, i Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our pait,
I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch.

As he shall think, by our true diligence,
But sup them well, and look unto them all; He is no less than what we say he is.
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

Loyd. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Hun. I will, my lord.

And each one to his office when he wakes.Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,

(Some bear out Sly. Sourd trumpiisa doth he breathc?

Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :--2 Hur. He breathes, my lord: Were he not Belike, fome noble gentleman, that means, warmd with ale,

[Exit Siruant, This were a bed but cold to leep so soundly. Travelling some journey, to repose him here.-Lord. O monstrous bealt! how like a swine

Ri-entir a Servant. he lies!

How now? who is it? Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine Ser. An't please your honour, players, image!

That offer service to your lordship. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

Lord. Bid them come near :What ibink you, if he were convey'd to bod,

Enter Players. Wrap'd in iweet cloaths, rings put upon his fingers, Now, fellows, you are welcome. A most delicious banquet by his bed,

Play. We thank your honour. And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? Would not the beggar then forget himself?

2 Play. So pleaie your ioidship to accept our i Hur. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot chule.

duty. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I rehe wak'd.

member, Lerd. Even as a flattering dream, or worthles Siace once he play'd a fariner's eldest fun;fancy.

"I was where you woo'd the gentlewoman so wella + Then take hin up, and manage well the jeft: I have forgot your name; but, lure, that part Cars: bin gently to my faireit chamber,

Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d. And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Sinkio. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour Balm his foul head with warm distilled water, And burn fwect wood to make the lodging sweet: Lord. 'Iis very true ;~-thou diuft it excellent.Procure me mufick ready when he wakes, Well, you are come to me in happy time; To make a dulcet and a beavenly sound;

The rather for I have some sport in hand, And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Wherein your cunning can allift me much.


" king is busy? Hicro. Oh, is he fo? King. Who is ke that interrupts our bufinef;?. Hiero. Not 1: " -- Mieronno, beware; go by, go by:" So Sly here, not caring to be dunnd by the Hostess, cries to her in effect, " Don't be trouble fome, don't interrupt me, go by" 1. The thirdhorough of ancient times was an officer similar to the present confiable. 2 Mr. Edwards explains Brach to figo nify a hound in general; while Mr. Steevens thinks it to have been a particular sort of hound: and Mia Tollet obfervas, that braile originally meant a bitch; and adds, from Ulitius, that " bitches having a fue

perior fagacity of nose; hence, perhaps, any hound withe minent quickness of scent, whether dog or so biich, was called brache, for the term brache is sometimes applied io males. Our anceftors hunted s nucli with the large fouthern hounds, and had in every pack a couple of dogs peculiarly good and

cunning to tind game, or recover the sceri. To this custom Shakspeare feems to allude, by is naming titi broches, which, in my opinion, are beagles; and this difcriminates brache from the 5* 19th, a bio d-hound men:ioned together with it, in the tragedy of King Lear." 3 linic is a term in nunting. When a dog is straired with hard running (elpecially upon hard ground) he will have his knees (welted, and then he is said to be embofs'd; from the French word bove, fignifying a 4 Meaning, with moderation.




There is a lord will hear you play to-night: Sly. I am Christopher Sly ;-call not me-hoBut I am doubtful of your modefties;

nour, nor lordship: I ne'er drank fack in my Left, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,

life ; and if you give me any conserves, give me (For yet his honour never heard a play)

conferves of beef : Ne'er ask me what raiment I'LL You break into some merry paffion,

wear ; for I have no more doublets than backs, And so ofiend him ; for I tell you, sirs,

no more stockings than legs, nor no more Thoes If you should smile, he grows impatient.

than feet ; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, or tuch 1hoes as my toes look through the overWere he the veriest antick in the world.

leather. Lord. Go, furah, take them to the buttery,

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in yous And give them friendly welcome every one;

honour ! Let them want nothing that my house atfords. Oh, that a mighty man, of such descent,

[Exit one with the Players. Of such pofseflions, and to high esteem, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:

Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, not i Christopher Siy, old Sly's son of BurtonAnd call him-malam, do himn obeisance. heath : by birth a pedlar, by education a cardTell him from me, (as he will win my love) maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now He bear himself with honourable action,

by preient profession a tinker? Aik Marian HackSuch as he hath observ'd in noble Ladies

et, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if the know me Unto their lords, by them accomplished:

not : if the say I am not fourteen-pence on the Such darv to the drunkard let him do,

score for seer ale, score me up for the lying'it With fott low tongue, and lowly courtesy; knave in Christendom. What, I am not be And say, What is 't your honour will cominand, itraught?: Here's--Wherein your lu?y, and your humble wise,

i Man. Oh, this it is that makes your lady May thew her duty, and make known her love?

droop. And then-vith kind embracements, tempting

2 Man. Oh, this ic is that makes your servants And with declining head into his bosom,- (killes, Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred thun Bij him Thed tears, as being over-jvy'd

your house, To see her noble for rettor'd tu health,

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy, Wno for twice leven vears hath esteemed him Oh, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; No be ler than 1 poor and loathsome beggur: Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And if the bwy have noi a woman's gift,

And banish hence there abjcet lowly drcan) : 'lorain a shouer of commanded tears,

Look, how thy servants do attend on thee, A i onion will do well for such a shift;

Each in his office ready at thy beck. Which in a napkın being close convey'd,

Wilt thou have musick ? bark! Apollo plago, Siall in delpighi enforce a watry eye.

[tbuick. S:e this dispatch'd with all the luite thou canit; And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Anon I'll give more inttructions. [x. Ser. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, I know, the boy wili well usurp the grace,

Sufter and sweeter than the luftul bed Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. I long to hear him call the drunkard, huíband; [ter, Say, thou wilt walk; we will beltrow the ground: And how my men will stay themselves from laugh Or wilt thou ride? thy horses fholl be’d, When they do humage to this simple peasant.

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. I'll in to counsel them: haply, my pretence Dolt thou love hawking? thou haft bawks will soar May well abate the over-merry (pleen,

Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt? Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Thy hounds thall make the welkin answer them,

[Exi: Lord. And fetch thrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 Man. Say, thou wilt courie; thy greyhounds SCENE

are as swift A Room in the Lord's House..

As breathed itags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

2 Man. Duft thou love pictures! we will fetch Enter Sly, with Attendants, fome with apparel,

thee straight buifon und ewer, and other appuritnances. Re-inter Adonis, painted by a running, brook; Lurd.

And Cytherea all in fedges bid; Sly. For God's sake, a pot or small ale. Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, i Man. Willic please your lordship drink a cup Even as the waving sedges play with wind. of fack

Lord. We'll thew thee lo, as the was a maid; 2 Man. Will't please your honour taste of these And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, conserves

As lively painted as the deed was done. fwood; 3 Max. Wiat raiment will your honour wear 3 Man. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny to-day?

IScratching her legs, that one thall swear the bleeds:


i Perhaps we ought to read, diftraught, i e, diled.


your hands?

And at that fight shall fad Apollo weep,

Lady. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

her ? Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Sly. Are you my wife; and will not call me Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

husband? Than any woman in this waining age.

My men should call me-lord, I am your good-man. 1 Man. And, 'till the tears, that she hath Thed Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and for thee,

husband ; Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, I am your wife in all obedience. She was the fairest creature in the world;

Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her? And yet she is inferior to none.

Lord. Madam. Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam? [ladies. Or do I dream? or have I dream'd 'till now? Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call I do not sleep ; I see, I hear, I speak;

Sly. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

and Nept Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed ;

Above some fifteen years and more. And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly

Lady. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me ; Well, bring our lady hither to our sight ;

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.

Sly. 'Tis much ;---Servants, leave me and her 2 Man. Will't please your mightiness to wash


Madam, undress you, and come now to-hed. Oh, how we joy to see your wit restor'd !

Lady. Thrice noble lord, let me intreat of you, Oh ! 'that once more you knew but what you are! To pardon me yet for a night or two; These fifteen years you have been in a dream! Or, if not so, until the sun be set : Or, when you wak’d, so wak’d as if you nept. For your physicians have expressly chargd, Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly In peril to incur your former malady, nap.

That I Mould yet absent me from your bed : But did I nerer speak of all that time?

I hope this reafon stands for my excuse. i Man. Oh, yes, my lord; but very idle words:-- Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, long. But I would be loth to fall into my dreams Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; again; I will therefore tarry, in despight of the And rail upon the hotters of the loufe;

Seth and the blood. And say you would present lier at the leet',

Enter a Molenger. Because she brought stone-jugs, and no sealu Mell. Your honour's players, hearing your quarts :

amendment, Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. For so your doctors hold it very meet ; 3 Man. Why, fir, you know no house, nor no Seeing too much iadnets hath congeald your blood, such maid;

And melancholy is the nurse of phrenzy, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, Therefore, they thought it good you hea' a play, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece ?, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;

Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. And twenty more such names and men as these, Sly. Marry I will; let them play it : Is not a Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends ! trick? sill. Amen.

Lady. No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff. Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Sly. What, houihold stuff? Enter the Page, as a

lady, will attendants. Lady. It is a kind of history. Lady. How fares my noble lord ? [enough. Sly. Well, we'll see it: Come, madam wife,

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer fit by my fide, and let the world nip; we hall Where is my wife?

ne'er be younger.


1 Meaning, the Court leet, or courts of the manor. 2 Greece [cems here to be no more than a quibble or pun (of which our author was remarkably fond) upon grease; when the exprellion will only imply that John Naps was a fat man, 3 Com.r.oniy is here probably put for comedy.


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