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Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.
Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conquerer. 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 Jeronimo;Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third borough.s
Sly. 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
Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd,
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, would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow 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.
Grm death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
1 Beat or knock. 2 Few words • Be quiet. This line and scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque om an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragdy.
Servants to Lucentio.
PEDANT, an old Fellow, set up to personate Vin centio.
An officerwhose authority equals that of a constable. • Bitch. Strained.
KATHARINA, the Shrew,} Daughters to Baptista.
Tavlor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on
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:-
1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part,
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I remem-
Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;
by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by
1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn.
1 Play. I think 'twas Soto, that your honor means.
Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
í Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our- Wilt thou have music! hark! Apollo plays,
Were he the veriest antic in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
To a Servant.
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
[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 her appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like a Servant.
Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your honor taste of these
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
O, that a mighty man of such descent,
Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not
And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch
Adonis, painted by a running brook:
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid;
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds:
1 Serv. And, till the tears that she had shed for
Sty. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
I smell sweet savors, and I feel soft things:-.
[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 feet,1 Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. 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,-
Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Sly. Marry. I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
Page. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her? Siy. 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 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?
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
Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Your honor's players, hearing your amend-
Are come to play a pleasant comedy:
Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit
For how I firmly am resolved you know,
SCENE I-Padua. A public Place.
Gra. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me:--
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will
Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had If either of you both love Katharina,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
• Harsh rules.
Kath. I faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best
Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.--
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Why will you mew her up,
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
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? [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 1 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, 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. 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 alarumis, 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 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 tot 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?
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart: If love have touched you, nought remains but so,— 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
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Master, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. Luc. Tell me thine first. Tra.
You will be schoolmaster,
Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full.
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 sm, 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!
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,
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's younges daughter.
But, sirrah,- not for my sake, but your master's I advise
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies.
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio:
One thing more rests, that thyself execute;-
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, madam lady: 'Would 't were done!
SCENE II. Before Hortensio's House.
My best beloved and approved fiend,
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Gru. Knock you here, sir? why, sir, what am I sir, that I should knock you here, sir?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I should knock you first,
And then I know after, who comes by the worst. Pet. Will it not be?
Hor. How now what's the matter?-My old friend Grumio! and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona ?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray! Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say. Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto, Molto honorato signor mio Petruchu. Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel. Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges in Latin. -If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service,- Look you, sir,- he bid me knock him, rap him soundly, sir: Well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, (for aught 1 see,; two-and-thirty, a pip out! Whom would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
Pel. A senseless villain!-Good Hortensio.
I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
Rap me well, knock me well, and knock me soundly?
And come you now with-knocking at the gate?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, Few words suffice: and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance,) Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;
Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses; why nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal. Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in, I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
a Alleges. See the story, No. 39, of “A Thousand Notable Things." A small image n the tag of a lace.
I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure.
Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not goid's effect:
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humo lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him: She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; and he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir, and she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat: You know him not, sir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.
Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me disguis'd in sober robes, To old Baptista as a schoolmaster Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca: That so I may by this device, at least, Have leave and leisure to make love to her, And, unsuspected, court her by herself.
Enter GREMIO; with him LUCENTIO, disguised, with books under his arm.
Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads to gether! Master, master, look about you: Who goes there? ha!
Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the rival of my love:Petruchio, stand by a while.
Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous!
Il mend it with a largess :-Take your papers too,
To whom they go. What will you read to her?
Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!
Hor. Grumio, mum!-God save you, signior
Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio. Trow you,
Whither I am going ?-To Baptista Minola.
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