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Jaq. To see no pastime, l:—what you would sinuate with you in the behalf of a good play!—I have

ain not furnish'd like a beggar, therefore to beg I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Erit. will not become me: my way is, to conjure you: Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed: we will begin and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O these rites,

5 women, for the love you bear to men, to like as As we do trust they'll end, in true delights. much of this play as pleases them; and I charge

you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as EPILOG U E.

perceive by your simpering, none of you hate Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epi-them) that between you and the women, the play Jogue: but it is no more unhandsome, than to see 10.may please, If I were a woman', I would kiss the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, comwine needs no bush', 'tis true, that a good play plexions that lik’d me, and breaths that I defy'd Deeds no epilogue: Yet to good wine they do use not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, good bushes; and good plays prove the better by for good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in 15 offer when I make curtsy, bid ine farewel. then, that ain neither a good epilogue, nor can in

[Exeunt omnes. 'It is even now the custom in some of the midland counties, (particularly Staffordshire) to hang a bush at the door of an ale-house, or, as it is there called, mug-house, i.e. dressed. zuthor's time, the parts of women were always perfusined by men or boys,

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TAMING OF THE SHREW.

CHARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION,

A Lord, before whom the Play is supposed to be play'd.
CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken Tinker.

Hostess.
Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servunts attending on the Lord,

PERSONS REPRESENTE D, BAPTISTA, Father to Katharina and Bianca, veryl rich.

BIONDELLO,} Servants to Lucentio, VINCENTIo, an old Gentleman of Pisn.

Grumio, Serrant to Petruchio, LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca PEDANT, an old Fillow set up to personate Vin.. Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

centio. Katharina.

KATHARINA, the Shrew. GREMIO

Bianca, her Sister, HORTENS10, } Pretenders to Bianca.

Widow,

Taylor, Haberdasher ; with Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country,

IN DU C TI O N.
S CE N E I.

Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard
Before an Alehouse on a Heath,

Conqueror. Therefore paucus pallabris': let the

world slide * : Sessa! Enter Hostess and Sly.

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have Shy. I'LL pheese' you, in faith.

5 burst'? Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, Jeronimy:Sly." Yare a baggage; the Slies are no? rogues : Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee'..

Host,

'i. e. I'll harass or plague you ; or perhaps I'll pheese you, inay have a meaning similar to the vulgar phrase of l'Ul comb your head. Meaning, no vagrants, but gentlemen. 'Sly, as an ignorant fellow, is purposely made to aim at languages out of his knowledge and knock the words out of joint. The Spaniards say, pocas palabras, i. e. few words: as they do likewise, Cessa, I. e. be quiet. Mr. Steevens says, this is a burlesque on Hieronymo, which Theobald speaks of in a following note. * A proverbial expression,''i, é. broke, Mr. Theobald's comment on this speech is thus : "" The

passage has particular humour in it, and must have been very pleasing at that time of day. But I “ must clear up a piece of stage history, to make it understood. * There is a fustian old play, called Hieronymo; or The Spanish Tragedy : which, I find, was the common butt of raillery, to all the

poets in Shakspeare's time: and a passage that appeared very ridiculous in that play, is here hu“mourously alluded to. Hieronymo, thinking himself injured, applies to the king for justice; but " the courtiers, who did not desire his wrongs should be set in a true light, attempt to binder him “ from an audience. Hiero, . Justice, oh! justice to Hieronimo. Lor, Back-see'st thou not the

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Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch thel And with a low submissive reverence, thirdborough'.

[Erit.I say,-- What is it your honour will command? Sly. Third, fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer Let one attend him with a silver bason, him by law: I'll not bodge an inch, boy; let him Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers: come, and kindly.

[Falls asleep. 5 Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Windhorns. Enter a Lord fromhunting reithatruin. And say,-Will't please your lordship, cool your Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

hands? hounds:

Some one be ready with a costly suit, Brach ? Merriman,--the poor cur is imbost ',-- And ask bin what apparel he will wear; And couple Clowder with the deep-moutlı'd brach. 10 Another tell him of his hounds and horse, Sawist thou not, boy, how Silver made it good And that his lady mourns at his disease: At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?

Persuade bim that he hath been lunatick; I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. And, when he says he is,-say that he dreams,

Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord: For he is nothing but a mighty lord. He cried upon it at the merest loss,

15 This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs; And twice to-day pick’d out the dullest scent: It will be pastime passing excellent, Trust me, 'I take bim for the better dog.

If it be husbanded with modesty *. Lord. Thou art a fool : if Eccho were as fleet, I Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our I would esteein him worth a dozen such.

As he think, by our true diligence, (part, But

sup them well, and look unto them all ; 20He is no less than what we say he is. Tomorrow I intend to hunt again.

Lord. Take him up gently, andto bed with him; Hun. I will, my lord.

And each one to his office when he wakes.-Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,

[Some beur out Sly. Sound trumpets. doth he breathe?

Sirrah, go see what trumpet ʼtis tlrat sounds ;--2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not 25 Belike some noble gentleman, that means, warm d with ale,

[Exeunt Servants. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Travelling some joumey, to repose him here.Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he

Re-enter a Serdunt. lies!

How now? who is it? Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine 30 Ser. An't please your honour, players, image!

That offer service to your lordship. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

Lord. Bid them come near:What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,

Enter Players. Wrap’d in sweet cloaths, rings put upon his fingers, Now, fellows, you are welcome. A most delicious banquet by his bed,

35 Plam. We thank your honour. And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? Wouldnot the beggar then forget himself?

2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our i Hun. Believe me, lord, I think hecannotchuse.

duty. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I rewak'd.

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member, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;fancy.

'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : Then take him up, and manage well the jest :- I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Carry i'm gently to my fairest chamber,

Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d. And hang it round with all iny wanton pictures : 45 Sinchlo. I think 'twas Soto that your honour Balin bis foul head with warm distilled waters, And bum sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou did’st it excellent.-Procure me music ready when he wakes, Well, you are come to me in happy time; To niake a dulcet and a heavenly sound; The rather for I have some sport in hand, And it he chance to speak, be ready straight, 50 Wherein your cunning can assist me much. "king is busy? Hiero. Oh, is he so ? King. Who is he that interrupts our business? Hiero. " Noil:-Ilieronymo, bervare ; go by, go by: So Sly here, not caring to be dunn’d by the Hos

tess, cries to ber in effect, Don't be troublesome, don't interrupt me, go by.” The thirdborough of ancient times was an officer similar to the present constable. 2 Mr. Edwards explains Bruch to signify a hound in general; while Mr. Steevens thinks it to have been a particular sort of hound: and Mr. Tollet observes, that brache originally meant a bitch; and adds, from Ulitius, that “ bitches having a superior sagacity of nose; hence, perhaps, any hound with eminent quickness of scent, whether dog or bitch, was called brache, for the term brache is sometimes applied to males. • Qur ancestors hunted much with the large southern hounds, and had in every pack a couple of dogs " peculiarly good and cunning to find game or recover the scent. To this custom Shakspeare seems " to allude, by naming treo braches, which, in my opinion, are beagles; and this discriminates brache “ from the lym, a blood-hound mentioned together with it, in the tragedy of King Lear." is a term in hunting. When a dog is strained with hard running (especially upon hard ground) he will have his knees swelled, and then he is said to be emboss'd; from the French word bosse, signifying a tumour. • Meaning, with moderation.

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your house,

There is a lord will hear you play to-night: Sly. I am Christopher Sly:-call not me-hoBut I am doubtful of your modesties;

nour, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,

life; and if you gire me any conserves, give me (For yet his honour never heard a play)

conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll You break into some merry passion,

5 wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, And so oftend him; for I tell you, sirs,

no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes If you should smile, he grows impatient. [selves, than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes,

Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our- or such shoes as my toes look through the overWere he the veriest antick in the world.

lleather. Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 110 Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your And give them friendly welcome every one;

honour! Let them want nothing that my house atlords.- Oh, that a mighty man, of such descent,

[Erit one with the Players. Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit! And see him.dress'd in all suits like a lady: [ber, 15 Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am That done, conduct him to the drunkard's cham- not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton. And call him-madam, do bim obeisance. heath: by birth a pedlar, by education a cardTell him from me, (as he will win my love) maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by He bear himself with honourable action,

present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies 20 the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: Unto their lords, by them accomplished: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score Such duty to the drunkard let him do,

for sheer ale, score me up for the lying'st knave With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy;

in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught': And say, --What is 't your honour will command, Here's Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, 125 i Man. Oh, this it is that makes your lady May shew her duty, and make known her love?

[droop. And then with kind embracements, tempting 2 Vian, Oh, this it is that makes your servants And with declining head into his bosom),—[kisses, Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Bid him shed tears, as being over-joy'd To see her noble lord restor'd to health, 30 As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Who for twice seven years hath esteemed him Oh, noble lord, beihink thee of thy birth; No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And if the boy have not a woman's gift,

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: To rain a shower of commanded tears,

Look, how thy servants do attend on thee, An onion will do well for such a shift ;

135 Each in his office ready at thy beck. Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Wilt thou have musick? hark! Apollo plays, Shall in despight enforce a watery eye.

[Musick. See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Anon I'll give thee more ivstructions.---[Ex. Ser. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, 40 Soster and sweeter than the lustful bed Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. I long to hear him call the drunkard husband; [ter, Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrow the ground: And how my inen will stay themselves from laugh- Or vsilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, When they do homage to this simple peasant.

Their harness studied all with gold and pearl. I'll in to counsel them: haply my presence 45 Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar May well abate the over-merry spleen,

Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

[Exit Lord. And tetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 Man. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds SCE NE II.

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are as swift A Room in the Lord's House.

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

2 Man. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch Enter Sly, with Attendants, some with apparel,

thee straight bason and creer, and other appurtenances. Adonis, painted by a running brook; Re-enter Lord.

155 And Cytherea all in sedges hid; Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, I Mun. Will't please your lordship drink a cup Even as the waving sedges play with wind. of sack?

Lord. We'll shew thee lo, as she was a maid; 2 Man. Will't please your honour taste of these And how she was beguiled and surpris’d, conserves ?

60 As lively painted as the deed was done. [wood; 3 Man. What raiment will your honour wear 3 Man. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny to-day?

(Scratching her legs,that one shall swear she bleeds. Perhaps we ought to read, distraught, i. e. distracted.

And

And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Lady. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

her? Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call meThou hast a lady far more beautiful,

husband?

(inan. Than any woman in this waining age:

5 My men shall call me-lord, I am your good1 Man. And, 'till the tears, that she hath shed Ludy. My husband and my lord, my lord and for thee,

husband; Like envious floods,o'er-ran her lovely face, I am your wife in all obedience. She was the fairest creature in the world;

Sly. I know it well:—What must I call her ? And yet she is inferior to none.

101 Lord. Madam. Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam? [ladies. Or do I dream? or have I dreain'd 'till now? Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;

Sly. Madain wife, they say, that I have dream'd I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:

and slept Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;

15 Above soine fifteen years and more. And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly:

Lady. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.

Sly. 'Tis much ;

-Servants, leave me and 2 Man. Willt please your mightiness to wash

her alone.your hands?

20 Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Oh, how we joy to see your wit restor’d! Care! Ladj. Thrice noble lord, let me intreat of you, Oh! that once more you knew but what you To pardon me yet for a night or two; These fifteen years you have been in a dream! Or, if not so, until the sun be set : Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept. For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly 25 In peril to incur your former malady, nap.

That I should yet absent me from your bed: But did I never speak of all that time?

I hope this reason stands for my excuse. 1 Man. Oh,yes,my lord; but very idlewords: Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, long. But I would be loth to fall into my dreams Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; 30 again; I will therefore tarry, in despight of the And rail upon the hostess of the house;

tiesh and the blood. And say you would present her at the leet',

Enter a Alessenger. Because she brought stone jugs, and no seald Mess. Your honour's players, hearing your quarts :

amendment, Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. 35 Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. For so your doctors hold it very meet; (blood, 3 Man. Why, sir, you know no house, por no Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your such maid;

And melancholy is the nurse of plarenzy, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, 40 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;

Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. And twenty more such names and men as these, Sly. Marry I will; let them play it is not a Which never were, nor yo man ever saw.

commonty' a Christmas gainbol, or a tumbling Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good trick?

(stutt. All. Amen.

[amends : 45 Lady. No, my good lord, it is more pleasing Sly. I thank thee, thou shalt not lose by it. Sly. What, hou-hold stutt? Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendants. Lady. It is a kind of history. Lady. How fares my noble lord? [enough. Sly. Well, we'll see it; Come, madam wife,

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall Where is my wife?

150 ne'er be younger. 'Meaning, the Court leet, or courts of the manor. Greece seems here to be no more than a quibble or pun (of which our author was remarkably fond) upon grease; when the expression will only imply that John Naps was a fat Man. ? Commonty is here probably put for comedy.

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