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Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua.
Suitors to Bianca.
Servants to Petruchio.
Katharina, the Shrew;
Daughters to Baptista.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and. Servants attending
on Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in
Petruchio's House in the Country:
TAMING OF THE SHREW,
SC EN 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 , Şlies 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 remcdy, I must go fetch the third-borough,
[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, witke,
Hurtsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsmen, I charge thee, tender well my,
hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is embossid, And couple Clowder with the deep-ipouth'd brach, Saw‘st thoil not, boy, how Silver made it good Ai the hedge corner in the coldest fault?
would not lose the dog for twenty pound. 1 i Hun. Why, Belmån 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 hin worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow I intend to hunt 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 put 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!
1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot choose. . Hun. It would scem strangeunto liim 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, - Willit please your Lordship cool your
hands? some one be ready 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. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :