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THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Suitors to Bianca.
BIONDELLO, Servants to Lucentio.
Servants to Petruchio.
KATHARINA, the shrew,
Daughters to Baptista.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a Tinker.
BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
Persons in the
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and SLY.
Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith.
Sly. Y' are a baggage: the Slys 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, Jeronimy; go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy: I must go fetch the third-borough. Exit.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk?
Second Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he
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
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
Second Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream or worthless
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
First Hun. My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,
And with declining head into his bosom,
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
How now! who is it?
An it please your honour,
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I re-
Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son :
A Player. I think 'twas Soto that your honour
Lord. 'Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.
A Player. Fear not, my lord: we can contain
Were he the veriest antick in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
When they do homage to this simple peasant.
And call him 'madam'; do him obeisance.
SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
Enter aloft SLY in a rich night-gown, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with basin, ewer and other appurtenances; and LORD, dressed like a servant.
Sly. For God's sake! a pot of small ale.
Second Serv. Will't please your honour taste
Third Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
Sly. Iam Christophero Sly; call not me honour, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!
O! that a mighty man, of such descent,
Sly. What would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath, by birth a pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught: here's
First Serv. O! this it is that makes your lady
Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:
And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.
Servants present an ewer, basin, and napkin.
First Ser. O! yes, my lord, but very idle words;
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Third Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such maid,
Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. Second Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight
Adonis painted by a running brook,
Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
First Serv. And till the tears that she hath For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams again I will therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the blood.
My men should call me lord: I am your goodman. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well. What must I call her?
Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ?
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd And slept above some fifteen year or more.
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Sly. 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
SCENE I.-Padua. A public Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And by my father's love and leave am arm'd With his good will and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approv'd in all, Here let us breathe, and haply institute A course of learning and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence, It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue and that part of philosophy Will I apply that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev'd. Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left And am to Padua come, as he that leaves A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself, Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd. Balk logic with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk; Music and poesy use to quicken you; The mathematics and the metaphysics,
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town.
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:
I wis it is not half way to her heart;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliverus!
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward:
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward. Luc. But in the other's silence do I see Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum ! and gaze your fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Kath. A pretty peat! it is best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. so Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look and practise by myself.
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak.
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief.
Why, will you mew her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
And for I know she taketh most delight
Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too; may I not?
What shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! Exit.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out our cake's dough on both sides. Fareif I can by any means light on a fit man to well: yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.
I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,-that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,-to labour and effect one thing specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Gre. I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.
Hor. Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to 't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed: and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
Master, for my hand,
You will be schoolmaster,
Luc. Basta, content thee; for I have it full.
That love should of a sudden take such hold? 150 But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
Luc. O Tranio! till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely;
Tra. So had you need.
In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
For so your father charg'd me at our parting,
I am content to be Lucentio,
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves ;
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst : 160 And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this con-
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all, Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, 170 Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his
pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,
Bion. The better for him: would I were so too!
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.