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I found it not. Ist real that I see? King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, Hel.
No, my good lord; How could you give it him?
"Tis but the shadow of a wise you see. Dia.
I never gave it him. The name, and not the thing. Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord ; Ber.
Both, both: O pardon! she goes off and on at pleasure.
Hel. O, mny good lord, when I was like this King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first maid, wife.
[know. I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught 1 And, look you, here's your letter: This it says,
King. Take her away, I do not like her now; When from my finger you can grt this ring, To prison with her: and away with him.-- And are by me with child, &c.---This is done: Unless thou tellst mewhere thou hadst thisring; Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? Thou diest within this hour.
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know Dia.
I'll never tell you. this clearly, King. Take her away.
r'll love her dearly; ever, ever dearly. Dia.
i'll put in bail, my liege. Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, King. I think thee now some common cus- Deadly divorce step between me and you! tomer.
0, my dear mother, do I see you living? Ma. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you. Laj. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all anon :-Good Tom Drum (T. PAROLLES), lend this while ?
me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty. me home, I'll make sport with thee : Let thy He knows I am no maid, and he'll swear to't. courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. (know, I'll swear I am a maid, and he knows not. King. Let us from point to point this story Great King, I am no strumpet, by my life; To make the even truth in pleasure flow :I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, [Pointing to LAFEU.
[To Diana. King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower, her.
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail. -- Stay, Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.royal sir;
[Exit Widow. Of that, and all the progress, more and less, The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for, Resolvedly more leisure shall express; And he shall surety me.
But for this lord, All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
(Flourish. He knows himself my bed he hath delil'd;
Advancing. And at that time he got his wife with child : The king's a beggar, now the play is done ; Dead though she be,she feels her young one kick; All is well ended, if this suit be won, So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick : Thot you erpress content: which we will pay, And now behold the meaning.
With strife to please you, day exceeding day : Re-enter Widow, with Helena. Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts : King.
Is there no exorcist Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. Be; uiles the truer office of mine eyes ?
Taming of the surro
Persons Represented. A Lord.
HORTENSIO, Suitor to Bianca. CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken Tinker. Persons TRANIO,
Servants to Lucentio. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, in the In- BIONDELLO, and other Servants, attending on the duction. GRUMIO,
Servants to Petruchio. Lord.
Curtis, BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua. Pedant, an old felloo set up to personate Vincentio. VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
KATHARINA, the Shrew, Daughters to Baptista. LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. BIANCA, her Sister, Petrucho, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Widow. Katharina.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on GREMIO, Suitor to Bianca.
Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE I. Defore an Alehouse on a Heath. Conqueror. Therefore, paucas palabris; let the Enter Hostegs and SLY.
world slide: Sessa! Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith.
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you TJost. A pair of stocks, you rogue !
have burst! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues; Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jers. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. (nimy;-
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the Sirrah, go see what trumpet'tis that sounds :thirdborough.
(Exit Servant. Sly. Third, or fourth, or ifth borough, I'u Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. boy; let him come, and kindly.
Re-enter a Servant. (Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.
How now? who is it? Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting, with Serv.
An it please your honour, Huntsmen and Servants.
Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near :Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee tender well my hounds :
Enter Players. Brach Merriman,--the poor cur is emboss'd,
Now, fellows, you are welcome. And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd 1 Play. We thank your honour. brach.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
(member, I would net lose the dog for twenty pound. Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I re
1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;-
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.
Lord. 'Tis very true;---thou didst itexcellent1 Hunt. I will my lord.
Well, you are come to me in happy time; Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, The rather for I have some sport in hand. doth he breathe ?
Wherein your cunning can assist me much. Hunt. H breathes, my lord : were he not There is a lord will hear you play to-night: warmd with ale,
But I am doubtful of your modesties; This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour, Lord. O monstrous beast, how like a swine (For yet his honour never heard a play,) he lies!
[image! You break into some merry passion, Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine And so offend him? for I tell you, siis, Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.- If you should smile, he grows impatient. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his ourselves, A most delicious banquet by his bed, (fingers, Were he the reriest antick in the world. And brave attendants near him when he wakes; Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, Would not the beggar then forget himself? And give them friendly welcome every one: 1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot Let them want nothing that my house affords.--choose. she wak'd.
[Exruni Servant and Players. 2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless
(To a Servart. fancy.
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Then take him up, and manage well the jest: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamCarry him gently to my fairest chamber,
ber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : And call him-madam, do him obeisance, Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Tell him from me (as he will win my love), And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: He bear himself with honourable action, Procure me music ready when he wakes, Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound: Unto their lords, by them accomplished : And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Such duty to the drunkard let him do, And, with a low submissive reverence, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy : Say,--What is it your honour will command ? And say:- What is't your honour will compand, Let one attend himn with a silver bason, Wherein your lady, and your humble wise, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; May show her duty, and make kuown her love? Another bear the ewer, a third a diaper; And then-with kind embracements, tempting And say,-Will't please your Lordshipcool your kisses, Some one be ready with a costly suit, (hands? And with declining head into his bosom,And ask him what apparel he will wear; Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd Another tell him of his hounds and horse, To see her noble lord restored to health, And that his lady mourns at his disease : Who, for twice seven years, hath esteeni'd him Persuade him that he hath been lunatic. No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: And, when he says he is-, say that he dreams, And if the boy have not a woman's gift, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
To rain a shower of commanded tears, This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs : An onion will do well for such a shift: It will be pastime passing excellent, Which in a napkin being close convey'd, If it be husbanded with modesty. [our part, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst As he shall think, by our true diligence, Anon I'll give thee more instructions. He is no less than what we say he is. [him;
Exit Servant Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with I know the boy will well nsurp the grace, And each one to his office when he wakes.- Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman
(Some bear ou: Sur. A trumpet sounds. I long to hear hir call the drunkard husband;
And how my men will stay themselves from Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid; laughter,
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, When they do homage to this simple peasant. As lively painted as the deed was done. I'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence 3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thomy May well abate the over-merry spleen,
[bleeds: Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Scratching her legs that one shall swear she
(Exeunt. And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: SLY is discovered in a rich night gowon, wilh Atten- Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
dants: some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, Then any woman in this waning age. and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed like a Servant.
for thee, Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
Like envious floods o'erran her lovely face, 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup she was the fairest creature in the world;' of sack?
And yet she is inferior to none. 2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? conserves ?
[to-day? Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me ho- I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:nour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my Upon my life, I am a lord indeed; life; and if you give me any conserves, give me And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; I'll wear: for I have no more doublets than And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale. backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than your hands? shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through (Servants present a ever, bason, and napkin. the overleather.
[lionour! O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your O, that once more you knew but what you are ! O, that a mighty man of such descent, These fifteen years you have been in a dream; of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Śly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly Sly. What would you make me mad? Am But did I never speak of all that time? (uap. not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton- 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; hy present profession a tinker? Ask Marian And rail upon the hostess of the house; Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know And say, you would present her at the leet, me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd the score for sheer ale, score me up for the ly. quarts : ingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not Sometimes you would callout for Cicely Hacket. bestranght: Here's
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants
such maid, droop.
your house, Nor no such men as you have reckon'd np,Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun As Stephen
Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernel; O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; (ment, And twenty more such names and men as these, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish- Which never were, nor no man ever saw. And banish hence these abject lowly dreams :
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Lamonds ! Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Siy. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Wilt thou have music hark! Apollo plays, Enter the Page as a Lady, with Attendants.
[Music. Puge. How fares my noble lord ? [enough. And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch Where is my wife?
(with her? Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
Page. Ilere, noble lord ; What is thy will On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me-Bay, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: husband;
(man. Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, My men shall call me-lord; I am your goodTheir harness studded all with gold and pearl. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will I am your wife in all obedience. (husband;
Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her! Above the morning lark: or wilt thou hunt? Lord. Madam. Thyhounds shall make the welkin answer them, Sly. Alce madam, or Joan Madam? (ladies. Aud fetch shrill echocs from the hollow earth. Lord. Madam, and nothing else : so lords call 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd are as swift
Above some fifteen year and more. [and slept As breathed stays, ay, fleeter than the roe. Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty untome; 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. thee straight
Sly. "Tis much ;
-Servants, leave me and Adonis, painted by a running brook;
her alone. And Cytherea all in sedges hid; (breath, Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Which seem to move and wanton with her Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you Even as the waving sedges play with wind. To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, For your physicians have expressly charg'd, We could at once put us in readiness; In peril to incur your former malady,
And take a lodging fit to entertain That I should yet absent me from your bed : Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. I hope this reason stands for my excuse. But stay awhile: What company is this? [town.
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to 80 long. But I would be loath to fall into my Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite
and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand of the flesh and the blood.
aside. Enter a Servant.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; amendment,
That is-not to bestow my youngest daughter, Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
Before I have a husband for the elder: For 80 your doctors hold it very meet; (blood, If either of you both love Katharina, Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your Because I know yon well, and love you well, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleaTherefore they thought it good you hear a play,
(ine: And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for Whichbars a thousandharms,and lengthens life. There, there, Hortensio, will you any wite ? Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not
Kath. I pray you, sir, [ To Bap.] is it your A commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling will trick ?
(stuff. To make a stale of me among these mates ? Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no Sly. What, household stuff?
mates for you, Page. It is a kind of history.
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife,
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall I wis, it is not half way to her heart: ne'er be younger.
(They sit down. But if it were, doubt not her cares should be
Tocomb 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
(ns ! SCENE I. Padua. A public Place. Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pasEnter LUCENTIO and TRAXIO.
time toward; Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire 1 had That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
Lrc. But in the other's silence I do see I am arrir'd for fruitful Lombardy,
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. The pleasant garden of great Italy ;
(all. And by my father's love and leave, am arm'd Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your With his good will, and thy good company, Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; What I have said, - Bianca, get you in : Here let us breathe, and happily institute And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; A course of learning, and ingenious studies. For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best Gave me my being, and my father first, Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why. A merchant of great traffic through the world, Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe ; Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, My books, and instruments, shall be my comIt shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, On them to look, and practise by myself. (pany; To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
(Asile. Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange! Will I'apply, that treats of happiness Sorry am 1, that our good will effects By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.
Bianca's grief. Tell me thy mind : for I have Pisa left,
Why, will you mew her up, And am to Padua come: as he that leaves Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, Go in, Bianca.
[Exit BIANCA. I am in all affected as yourself.
And for I know, she taketh most delight Glad that you thus continue your resolve, In music, instruments, and poetry, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Only, good master, while we do admire Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio, This virtue, and this moral discipline, Or Signior Gremio, you,--know any such, Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray; Prefer them hither; for to cunning men Or so dovote to Aristotle's ethicks,
I will be very kind, and liberal As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
To mine own children in good bringing up; Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay: And practise rhetoric in your common talk : For I have more to commune with Bianca. (Exit. Music and poesy use to quicken you ;
Kath. Why, and I trust, 1 may go too : May The mathematics and the metaphysics,
[belike, Fall to them as you tind your stomach.serves you: What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en :- I knew not wbat to take and what to leave ? In brief, sir, study what you most affect. (vise. Ha!
(Kuil. Luc Graminercies, Trauio, well dost thou ad-! Gre. You may go to the devil's dam : Your