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servants to Lucentio.


} daughters to Baptista.


Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with

Huntsmen and Servants.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, (Persons in the

hounds : and other Servants attending on the Induction. Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd, Lord.

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd

biach. BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.

Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa.

At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. PetruchIO, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

1 Hunt. Why Belman is as good as he, my lord; Katharina.

He cried upon it at the merest loss, Gremio, suitors to Bianca.

And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: HORTENSIO,

Trust me,

I take him for tbe better dog. TRANIO,

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as feet, BIONDELLO,

I would esteem bim worth a dozen such. GRUM10,

But sup them well, and look unto them all; servants to Petruchio.

To-morrow I intend to hunt again. CURTIS,

1 Hunt. I will, my lord. Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.

Lord. What's here ? one dead or drunk ? See, KATHARINA, the shrew ;

doth he breathe ? BIANCA her sister,

2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord : Were he not WIDOW.

warm'd with ale,

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he Baptista and Petruchio.

lies! SCENE, --sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in " Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine Petruchio's House in the Country.

Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.-
Wbat think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fin.


A most delicious banquet by bis bed,

And brave attendants near him when be wakes,

Would not the beggar then forget himself? SCENE I.—Before an Alehouse on a Heath. 1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot

choose. Enter Hostess and SLY.

2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

he wak'd. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Lord. Even as a lattering dream, or worthless Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues : fancy. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Then take him up, and manage well the jest :Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ; let the Carry hin gently to my fairest chamber, world slide : Sessa !

And bang it round with all my wanton pietures : Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, durst!

And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet. Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jeronimy:- Procure me music ready when he wakes, Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

To make a dulcet and a beavenly sound; Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, thirdborough.

[Exit. And, with a low submissive reverence, Sly. Tbird, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an- Say,—What is it your honour will command ? swer' him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let Let one attend with a silver bason, nim come, and kindly.

Full of rose water, and bestiew'd with flowers; (Lies down on the ground, and fallı asleep. Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

And say,-Will't please your lordsbip cool your With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy : hands?

And say,—What is't your bonour will command, Some one be ready with a costly suit,

Wherein your lady, and you: huiable wife, And ask bira what apparel he will wear;

May show ber duty, and make known her love? Another tell bim of bis hounds and horse,

And then – wiib' kind embracements, tempting And that bis lady mourns at his disease :

kisses, Persuade bim tbat be hath been lupatic;

And with declining head into his bosom,--
And, when he says he is-say, tbat he dreams, Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs ;

Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him It will be pastime passing excelleni,

No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: If it be husbanded with modesty.

And if the boy buti not a woman's gilt, 1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our To rain a shower of commanded tears, part,

An onion will do well for such a shift; As he shall think, by our true diligence,

Which in a napkin being cl se conveyed, He is no less than what we say he is.

Sball in despite enforce a watery eye. Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; See this despatch'd with all the baste thou canst; Aud each one to his office, when he wakes.- Anon l'il give thee more instructions. – Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds.

[Exit Servant. Sirrab, go see wbat trumpet 'tis that sounds :- I know, the boy will well usurp the grace,

[Exit Servant. Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : Belike, some noble gentleman : that means, I long to bear bim call the drunkard, husband; Travelling some journey, to repose him here.- And how my men will stay themselves from

laughter, Re-enter a Servant.

When they do homage to this simple peasant. How now ? wbo is it?

l'll in to counsel them : baply, my presence Serv.

An it please your honour, May well abase their over-merry spleen, Players that offer service to your lordship.

Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Lord. Bid them come near :

[Ereunt. Enter Players.

SCENE 11.- A Bedchomber in the Lord's House. Now, fellows, you are welcome. Sy is discorered in a rich night-gown, with Attend1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?

ants ; some with upparel, others with bason, ewer, 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our

and other appurtenances. Enter LORD, dressed

like a servant. duty. Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I re- Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. member,

1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup Since once be play'd a farmer's eldest son ;

of sack? 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : 2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these I bave forgot your name; but, sure, that part

conserves ? Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

3 Serv. What raiment will your bonour wear to1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour

day ?

Sly. I am Christophero Sly ; call not me-hoLord. 'Tis very true ;-thou did'st it excellent.- nour, nor lordship: never drank sack in my life ; Well you are come to me in happy time;

and if you give me any conserves, give me conThe rather for I have some sport in band,

serves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment l'll Wherein your cunning can assist me much. wear : for I have no more doublets than backs, no There is a lord will hear you play to-night: more stockings than legs, nor do more shoes ihan But I am doubtful of your modesties ;

feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or Lest, over-eying of lís odd behaviour,

such shoes as my toes look through the over(For yet his honour dever heard a play,)

leather. You break into some merry passion,

Lord. Heaven cease this idle bumour in your And so offend bim ; for I tell you, sirs,

honour! If you should smilé, he grows impatient.

O, that a mighty man of such descent, 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our. Of such possessions, and so bigh esteem, selves,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit! Were be the veriest antic in the world.

Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, I Christophero Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; And give them friendly welcome every one;

by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by Let them want nothing that my house affords.- transmutation a bear berd, and now by present pro

(Exeunt Servant and Players. fession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fatale. go you to Bartholomew my page,

wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I

[To a Servant. am not fourteen-pence on the score for sheer ale, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: score me up for the lyingest kvave in Christendom. That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, What, I am not bestraught: Here'sAnd call him—madam, do him obeisance.

1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady moura ? f'ell bim from me (as be will win my love),

2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants He bear himself with honourable action,

droop. Such as he hath obsery'd in noble ladies

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shua Unto their lords, by them accomplished : Such duty to the drunkard let him do.

As beaten hence by your strango lunacy.



your house,

maid ;



and slept

O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor co such Call bome by ancient tboughts from banishment, And banish hence these abjeci !:wly dreams ; Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

As Stephen Sly, and old Juhn Naps of Greece, Each in his office ready at thy beck.

And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; Wilt thou have music ? hark? Apollo plays. And twenty more such names and men as these,

[ Music. Which never were, nor no man ever saw. And twenty caged nightingales do sing :

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends ! Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, All. Amen. Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say, thou wilt walk : we will bestrew the ground :

Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. Or wilt thou ride? thy borses sball be trapp'd, Page. How fares my noble lord ? Tbeir barness studded all with gold and pearl. Sly. Marry, I fare well ; for here is cheer enough. Dost thou love hawking ? thou bast hawks will Where is my wife?

Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt?

her ? Thy bounds sball make the welkin answer them, Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call meAnd fetch sbrill echoes from the lollow earth.

husband ? 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds My men should call me-lord ; I am your good

are as swift As breatbed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

Puge. My husband and my lord, my lord and 2 Serv. Dost ihou love pictures? we will fetch

husband; thee straight

I am your wife in all obedience. Adonis, painted by a running brook :

Sly. i know it well :- What must I call ber? And Cytherea all in sedges bid ;

Lord. Madam.
Which seem to move and wanton with ber breath, Sly. Alice madam, or Joan madam ?
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lörd. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call Lord. We'll show thee so, as she was a maid;

ladies. Aud how she was beguiled and surpris'd,

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd As lively painted as the deed was done. 3 Serv. Or Daphve roaming through a thorny Above some fifteen year and more. wood;

Puge. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; Scratching her legs that one shall swear she Being all this time abandon’d from your bed. bieeds :

Sly. 'Tis much ;- -Servants, leave me and her And at that sight sball sad Apollo weep,

alone.So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

To pardon me yet for a night or two s Than any woman in this waning age.

Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
1 Serv. And, till the tears that she halb shed for For your physicians have expressly charg'd,

In peril to incur your former malady,
Like envious floods o'er-ran her lovely face, That I should yei absent me from your bed :
She was the fairust creature in the world;

I hope this reason stands for my excuse.
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so Sty. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? long. But I would be loath to fall into my drenıs Or do I dream, or have I dream'd till now? again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh I do not sleep : I see, I bear, I speak ;

and the blood. I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :: Upop my life, I am a lord, indeed;

Enter a Servanı. And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendWell, bring our lady hither to our sight;

ment, And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

Are come to play a pleasalt comedy, 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash For so your dociors hold it very meet; your bands?

Seeing too much sadness háth congeal'd your [Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin.

blood, O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd !

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, 0, that once more you knew but what you are ! Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, These fifteen years you have been in a dream; And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Or, wben you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Sly. These fifteen years! by my say, a goodly Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a nap.

commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling. But did I never speak of all that time?

trick? 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord ; but very idle words :- Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,

stuff. Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; Sly. What, household stuff? Aud rail upon the hostess of the house ;

Page. It is a kind of history. And say, you would present her at the leet,

Sly. Well, we'll see't : Come, madam wife, sit Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er quarts :

be younger. Sometimes you would ca'l out for Cicely Hacket.

[They si' down. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

kath. I pray you, sir, (to Bap.] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ?

Hor. Mates, maid ! bow mean you that? no
ACT 1.

mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. l'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
SCENE 1.–Padua. A public Place.

I wish, it is not half way to her heart :

But, if it were, doubt not her care should be

To com.b your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,

And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Luc. Tranio, since—for the great desire I had lIor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us ! To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, –

Gre. And me too, good Lord ! I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,

Tra. Ilush, master! here is some good pastime 'The pleasant garden of great Italy;

toward ; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. With his good will and thy good corspany,

Luc. But in the other's silence I do see Most trusty servant well approv'd in all;

Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. Here let us breathe, and happily institute

Peace, Tranio. A course of loer. ing, and ingeuious studies.

Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your Pisa, renows for grave citizens,

fill. Gave me my being, and my father first,

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good A merchant of great traffic through the world, What I have said,- Bianca, get you in : Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. It shall become, to serve all hopes conc iv’d, Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds : Put finger in the eye-an she knew why. And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent, Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : Will I apply, that treats of bappiness

My books and instruments shall be my company; By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.

On them to look, and practise by myself. Tell me thy mind i for I have Pisa left,

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva And am to Padua come ; as he that leaves


[ Aside. A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? And with eatiety seeks to quencb his thirst. Sorry am I, that our good will effects Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,

Bianca's grief. I am in all affected as yourself ;


Why, will you mew her up,
Glad that you thus continue your resolve, Signior Baptista, for ibis fiend of hell,
To suck the sweels of sweet philosophy.

And make her bear the penance of ber tongue. Only, good master, wbile we do admire

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd .This virtue, and this moral discipline,

Go io, Bianca.

[Exit Bianca. Let's be no stoics, nor oo stocks, I pray,

And for I know, she taketh most deligt Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,

In music, instruments, and poetry, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd :

Schoolınasters will I keep within my house, Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio, And practise rhetoric in your common talk : Or Signior Gremio, you,-know any such, Music and poesy use to quicken you ;

Prefer them bither; for to cunning men
The mathematics and the metaphysics,

I will be very kind, and liberal
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you: To mine own children in good bringing-up;
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ;- And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

For I have more to commune with Bianca. [ Exit Luc. Gramercies, Tradio, well dost thou advise. Kuth. Why, and I trust, I may go too; May If, Biondello, ihou wert come ashore,

I not? We could at once put us in readiness;

Wbat, shall I be appointed hours; as though And take a lodging, fit to entertain

belike, Such friends, as time in Pailua sball beget. I knew not what to take, and what to leave! Ha! But stay awhile : What company is this?

[Erit Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to Gre. You may go to the devil's dain ; your gifts town.

are so good, here is none will hold you. Th. ir

love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow Enter Baptista, KATHARINA, BIANCA, Gremio, our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's

and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand dough on both sides. Farewell :-Yet for the aside.

love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means Bup. Gentlemen, importune me no further, light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;

delights, I will wish him to her father? That is,-not to bestow my youngest daughter, Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio : But a word, I Before I have a husband for the elder :

pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet If either of you both love Katharina,

never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it Tecause I know you well, and love you well, touche-th us both,- that we may yet again have Leave shall you have to court ber at your pleasure. access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for in Bianca's love,-10 labour ard effect one thing


Gre. IV bat's that, I pray?

any wife?

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he !
Gre. A busband ! a devil.

But art thou not advis'd, be took some care
Hor. I say, a busband.

To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. though ber fatber be very rich, any man is so very Luc. I have it, Tranio. a fool to be married to hell?


Master, for my hand, Hor. T'ush, Gremio, though it pass your patience Both our inventions meet and jump in one. and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, Luc. Tell me thine first. there be good fellows in the world, an a man could Tra.

You will be schoolmaster, light on them, would take her with all faults, and And undertake the teaching of the maid : money enough.

That's your device. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her Luc.

It is : May it be done? dowry with this condition,- to be whipped at the Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your high-cross every morning.

part, Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in And be in Padua here Vincentio's son? rotten apples. But, come ; since this bar in law Keep house, and ply his book; welcome bis makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly

friends; maintained, — till by helping Baptista's eldest Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full. for å husband, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet We have not yet been seen in any house; Bianca !-Happy man be his dole! He that runs Nor can we bě distinguished by our faces, fastest, gets the ring. How say you, Signior For man, or master : then it follows thus ; Gremio ?

Thou shalt be master Tranio, in my stend, Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should : the best horse in Padua to begin bis wooing, that I will some other be ; some Florentino, would thoroughly wou her, wed ber, and bed her, Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. and rid the bouse of her. Come on.

| 'Tis batch'd, and shall be so :-Tranio, at once [Ereunt GREMO and HORTENSIO. Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak: Tra. [Aavancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, – Is it When Biondello comes, he waits on thee ; possible

But I will charm bim first to keep his tongue. That love should of a sudden take such hold? Tra. So bad you need. [They erchange habits.

Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, In brief then, eir, sith it your pleasure is, I never thought it possible, or likely;

And I am tied to be obedient; But see! wbile idly I stood looking on,

(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, And now in plainness do confess to thee,

Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,) That art to me as secret, and as dear,

I am content to be Lucentio, As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was,

Because so well I love Lucentio. Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : If I achieve not this young modest girl:

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded eye Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you dow;

Enter BiondellO. Affection is not rated from the heart:

Here comes the rogue.-Sirrab, where have you If love bave touch'd you, nought remains but so,

been? Redime te captum quam quens minimo.

Bion. Where hare I been ? Nay, how now, Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this con

where are you? tents;

Master, bas my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ! The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Or you stol'n bis ? or both! pray, what's the Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,

news? Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Luc. Sirrah, come bither ; 'tis no time to jest,

Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, And therefore frame your manners to the lime. Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

Your fellow Tranio ber“, to save my life, That made great Jove 10 humble bim to her hand, Puts my apparel and my countenance on, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. And I for my escape bave put on his ; Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her For in a quarrel, since I came ashore, sister

I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried. Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? While I make way from bence to save my life:

Luc. Tradio, I saw her coral lips to move, You understand me? And with her breath she did perfume the air;


I, sir? ne'er a whit. Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in lier.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir bim from his 1'ranio is chang'd into Lucentio. trance.

Bion. The better for bim ; 'Would I were so too! I pray, awake, sir; If you love the maid,

Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it

wish after,stands :

That Lucentio indeed bad Baptista's youngest Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd,

daughter. That, till the father rid bis hands of ber,

But, sirrah, -not for my sake, but your master's.Master, your love must live a maid at home;

I advise And therefore he has closely mew'd her up, You use your manners discreetly in all kind of Berause she shall not be annoy'd with suitors.

companies :

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