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Ay, my lord.

King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, I charge you,

Not fearing the displeasure of your master, (Which, on your just proceding, I'll keep off,) By him, and by this woman here, what know you? Pur. So please your majesty, my master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him, which gentlemen have.

King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he love this woman?

Par. 'Faith, sir, he did love her; But how?
King. How, I pray you?

Par. He did love her, sir, as a gentleman loves a

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Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage? Par. Faith, I know more than I'll speak. King. But wilt thou not speak all thou knowest? Pur. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go between them, as I said: but inore than that, he loved her, for indeed he was mad for her, and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not what: yet I was in that credit with them at that time, that I knew of their going to bed; and of other motions, as promising her marriage, and things that would derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will not speak what I know.

King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou canst say they are married: But thou art too fine in thy evidence; therefore stand aside This ring, you say, was yours? Dia. Ay, my good lord. King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you. Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. King. Who lent it you? Dia. It was not lent me neither. King. Where did you find it then? Dia. I found it not. King. If it were yours by none of all these ways. How could you give it him? Dia.

I never gave it him. Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. Dia. It might be yours or hers for aught I know. King. Take her away, I do not like her now: To prison with her, and away with him.

Uniess thou tell'st me where thou nadst this ring,
Thou diest within this nour.
Dra.
I'll never tell you.

King. Take her away.
Diu.
I'll put in bail, my here.
King. I think thee now soine common customer
Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all this
while?

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty:
He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to t
I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not.
Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.
[Pointing to LAPET.
King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with
her.
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.-Stay, royalar;
Erit Widow.
The jeweler, that owes the ring, is sent for,
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself.
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
He knows himself, my bed he hath defild;
And at that time he got his wife with child;
Dead though she be, she feels her young one kick:
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:
And now behold the meaning.

Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.

King. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes! Is't real, that I see? Hel. No, my good lord; 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, The name, and not the thing.

Ber.

Both, both; O, pardon! Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this mad, I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring. And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, When from my finger you can get this ring, And are by me with child, &c.-This is done:

Will you be mine, now you are doubly won!

Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know the clearly, I'll love her dearly, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, Deadly divorce step between me and you! O, my dear mother, do I see you living?

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon: Good Tom Drum, [TO PAROLLES,] lend me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee: wait on me home, It make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, They are scurvy ones.

To make the even truth in pleasure, flow :-
King. Let us from point to point this story know,
If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[TO DIANA.
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dor
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.—
Of that, and all the progress, more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
All yet seems well; and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

Advancing.

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TAMING OF THE SHREW.

A LORD.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken tinker. ) Persons
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen and in the In-
other Servants attending on the Lord.) duction.
BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.
VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa.

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BIANCA, her sister,

LECENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. KATHARINA, the Shreu',} Daughters to Baptista.
PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to
Katharina.

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Widow.

Tavlor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on Baptista and Petruchio

INDUCTION.

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Shy. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough. I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.

[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsman and Servants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

nounds;

Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouthed brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hunt. 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 fleet,

I would esteem him worth a dozen such.

But sup them well, and look unto them all;
Tomorrow I intend to hunt again.

1 Hunt. I will, my lord.

Lord What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

2 Hunt. 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!

Grm death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. —
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A thost delicious banquet by his bed,

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And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.

2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.

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:
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet⚫
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
Procure me music 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 honor 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,
And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
hands?
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
And that his lady mourns at his disease:
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic:
And, when he says he is,-say that he dreams,
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty.

1 Hunt. My lord, I warran' 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 beur out SLY. A trumpel sounds.
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:
Exit Servant
Belike, some noble gentleman; that means,

Traveling some journey, to repose him here.

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Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I remember,

Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;
'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
I have forgot your name; but sure that part
Was aptly fitted, and naturally perforin d.

1 Play. I think 'twas Soto, that your honor means. Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excellent. Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather, for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eying of his odd behavior, (For yet his honor never heard a play,) You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient. í Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain selves,

Were he the veriest antic in the world.

by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker! Ask Marian Hacket, the tat 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

1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop.

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house,

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams:
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.

our-Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords.[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page, To a Servant. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And call him-madam, do him obeisance, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) He bear himself with honorable action, Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished: Such duty to the drunkard let him do. With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And say-What is't your honor will command, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, May show her duty, and make known her love? And then--with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And with declining head into his bosom,Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him No better than a poor and loathsome beggar; And if the boy have not a woman's gift, To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift; Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; Anon I'll give thee more instructions.

[Exit Servant. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; And how my men will stay themselves from laugh

ter,

When they do homage to this simple peasant. I'll in to counsel them: haply my presence May well abate the over merry spleen, Which otherwise would go into extremes. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. SLY is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with bason. ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like & Servant.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.

1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup

of sack?

2 Serv. Will't please your honor taste of these conserves?

3 Serv. What raiment will your honor wear to-day? Sly. I am Christopher Sly; call not me-honor, nor fordship: I never 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 1 have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay. sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather.

Lord. Heaven cease this idie humor in your

honor!

O, that a mighty man of such descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath;

[Music

And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch,
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
Dost thou love hawking! thou hast hawks will soat
Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds
are as swift

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch
thee straight

Adonis, painted by a running brook:
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done.

3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood:

Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds:
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.

1 Serv. And, till the tears that she had shed for thee,

Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face.
She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady!
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now!
I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;

I smell sweet savors, and I feel soft things:-·
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Cristophero Sly.-
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight:
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash
your hands?

Servants present an ewer, basin, and no pkin. 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years, you have been in a dream; Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept

Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time?

1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet you would say, ye were beaten out of doors: And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say, you would present her at the leet, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hackel Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no

such maid

Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up.-
As Stephen Sly, and old Jolin Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends
Distracted.
1 Court-ieez

All. Amen.

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants.
Page. How fares my noble lord?

Sly. Marry. I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?

Page. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call mehusband?

My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and busband;

I am your wife in all obedience.

Sly. I know it well:-What must I call her?
Lord. Madam.

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?

Lord. Madam and nothing else; so lords call ladies. Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, and slept

Above some fifteen year and 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.-

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you,
To pardon me yet for a night or two;

I

Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
For your physicians have expressly charged,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed:

hope, this reason stands for my excase.

Sty. 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. Enter a Servant.

Serv. Your honor's players, hearing your amendment,

Are come to play a pleasant comedy:
For so your doctors hold it very meet;
Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,
Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

Sty. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a
commontya Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick?
Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, household stuff?
Puge. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger. [They sit down.

ACT 1.

SCENE I.- Padua. A public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

For how I firmly am resolved you know,
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder:

Lae. Tranio, since - for the great desire I had If either of you both love Katharina,

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arrived 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,
Must trusty servant, well approv'd in all;
Here let us breathe, and happily 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, his 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:
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk:
Music and poesy used to quicken you;
The mathematics and the metaphysics,

Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you:
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en ;-
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Lac. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness:
And take a lodging fit to entertain

Such friends, as the time in Padua shall beget. ut stay awhile: What company is this? Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.

Bap. Gentlemen, impórtune me no further, * Ingenuous. Small pieces of water. Pardon me. • Harsh rules.

For Comedy.

Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gra. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me:--
There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates!
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:
But, if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
Gre. And me, too, good Lord!

Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime

toward;

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

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! 'tis best

Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.-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 mayst hear Minerva speak. Aside

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief.

Gre.

Why will you mews her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?-
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:-
Go in, Bianca.
Exit BIANCA.

And for I know, she taketh most delight
In music, instruments, and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house
Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio
Or Signior Gremio, you,- know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal

To mine own children in good bringing up;
Think.
• Pet.
Sbnt

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. Exit. Kath. Why, and I trust, I inay go too; May I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Exit. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts! are so good, here is none will hold you. Our 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. Farewell:- Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.

Hor. So will 1, signior Gremio: But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice,2 it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happily rivals in Bianca's love, to labor and effect one thing 'specially. Gre. What s that, I pray?

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Gre. A husband! a devil.
Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to her?

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 with her all faults, and money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as iief 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 ! 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. Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold!
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it possible, or likely;
But see! while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confess to thee,—
That art to me as secret, and as dear,
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,-
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl:
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart:

And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advised, he took some care
To get her cunning masters to instruct her!
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted.
Luc. I have it, Tranio.
Tra.

Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine first.
Tra.

You will be schoolmaster,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device.
Luc.
It is: May it be done?
Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son!
Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends.
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house; Nor can we be distinguished by our faces, For man, or master; then it follows thus;Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Keep house and port, and servants as I should: I will some other be; some Florentine, Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. 'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:-Tranio, at once Uncase thee; take my color'd hat and cloak: When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. Tra. So had you need. They exchange habits. In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient: (For so your father charg'd me at our parting, Be serviceable to my sem, quoth he, Although, I think, 'twas in another sense ;) I am content to be Lucentio, Because so well I love Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves: And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. Enter BIONDELLO. Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where

are you?

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes!
Or you stol'n his? or both? pray, what s the nov
Luc. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to be.
And therefore frame your manners to the tuo
Your fellow Tramo here, to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his;
For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,

I kill'd a inan, and fear I was descried:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life.
You understand me.

Bion. I, sir? ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth, Tranio is changed into Lucentio

Bion. The better for him: 'Would I were so too! Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,

If love have touched you, nought remains but so,-That
Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents;
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longlys on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
Such as the daughter of Agenors had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her
sister

Began to scold; and raise up such a storm,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I pray awake, sir; If you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it

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But,

Lucentio indeed had Baptista's younges daughter.

sirrah,- not for my sake, but your master'sI advise

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies.

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio:
But in all places else, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go:-

One thing more rests, that thyself execute;—
To make one among these wooers: If thou ask me
why,-

Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty [Exeunt.

1 Serv. My lord, you nod: you do not mind the play.

Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely; Comes there any more of it?

Page. My lord 'tis but begun.

Sly. Tis a very excellent piece of work, madan lady: 'Would 't were done!

SCENE II- Before Hortensio's Houst.
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
To see my friends in Padua; but, of all,
"Tis enough. Show, appearance.

Sines

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