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1 Christopher Sly, a drunken tinker, Persons in Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, the Inducand other servants attending on the tion,
Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua.
Servants to Lucentio.
Servants to Petruchio. Pedant, anold fellow set up to personate Vincentis. Katharina, the Shrew;
Daughters to Baptista. Bianca, her sister, Widow.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and, Servants attending
on Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and somëtiner'in
Petruchio's House in the Country:
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
I N D U C TI O N.
SCEN E I.
Before an Alehouse on a Heath.,
Enter Hostess and ŚLY.
Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.
Sly. Y'are a baggage; the. Şlics are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; ' let the world slide: Sessa! -'.
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy:.-. Go to thy cold bed, and warm thce. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the
[ Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let hini come and kindly.
[Lies down on the ground and falls asleep.
Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting with
Huntsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsmen, I charge thee, tender well my,
hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd, And couple Clowder with the deep-month'd brach, Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good At the hedge' corner in the coldest fault?
would not lose the dog for twenty pound. 1 i 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: Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as ficet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow I intend to bunt again., i Hun. I will, my Lord. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth
he breathe . Hun. He breathes, my Lord: Were he not warm'd
with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he
lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Sirs, I will practise on this drinken man., What think you ; if he were convey'd to bed, Wrap'd in sweet clothes', rings pit upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself!
i Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 Hur. It would scem strangeunto him when he
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless
fancy, Then take him up, and manage well the jest: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Procuré me musick 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 command ? Let one attend him with a silver bason, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Will't please your Lordship cool your
hands? Some one be rcady 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 a lunatick; And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord. This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs; It will be pastime passing excellent, if it be husbanded with modesty. 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 him; And each one to his office, when he wakes.
[ Some bear out Sły. A trumpet sounds. Sirxah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: