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Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter
Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:
Of these most strange events:
If truth holds true contents.
O blessed bond of board and bed!
High wedlock then be honoured:
Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me! Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree.
Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter JAQUES DE BOYS.
Jaq de B. Let me have audience for a word or two:
Where meeting with an old religious man,
Welcome, young man ;
Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all,
Jaq. Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,
And thrown into neglect the pompous court?
Jaq. To him will I out of these convertites
To Touch.] And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victuall'd. So, to your pleasures:
I am for other than for dancing measures.
Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay.
Jaq. To see no pastime I: what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.
Duke S. Proceed, proceed we will begin these rites, As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but it is no, more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes, and good plays prove the better by the
help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me: my way is to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women-as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hates them-that between you and the women the play may please. If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. [Exeunt.
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
A Lord. CHRISTOPHER SLY, a tinker. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Servants.
suitors to Bianca.
servants to Lucen
BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of
LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in
KATHARINA, daughters to Bap-
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.
PETRUCHIO, a gentleman of Ver
ona, a suitor to Katharina.
SCENE: Padua and Petruchio's country house.
SCENE I. Before an ale house on a heath.
Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith.
Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
Sly. Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore paucus pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by [Fort law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. [Falls asleep. Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
Trash Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd;
First Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
But sup them well and look unto them all :
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
First Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?
Sec. Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
Lord. Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
Say "What is it your honour will command?”