Which in a napkin being close conveyed, heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by See this despatched with all the baste thou present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, canst;

the fat alewife of Wincot, if she know me not: if Anon I'll give thee more instructions.

she say I am not fourteen-pence on the score for sheer

[Exit Servant. ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in ChrisI know the boy will well usurp the grace, tendom. What, I am not bestraught! Here's Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman;

1st Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady I long to hear him call the drunkard “husband;" | mourn. And how my men will stay themselves from 2nd Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants laughter,

droop. When they do homage to this simple peasant. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun I'll in to counsel them : haply, my presence

your house, May well abate the over-merry spleen,

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Which otherwise would grow into extremes. O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

[Exeunt. Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams :

Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
SCENE II. – A Bedchamber in the Lord's Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark ! Apollo plays,

[Music. Sly is discovered in a rich nightgown, with At-|And twenty cagéd nightingales do sing: tendants; some with apparel, others with basin,

basin, Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord,

Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed dressed like a Servant.

On purpose trimmed up for Semiramis. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: 1st Serv. Will 't please your lordship drink a Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapped, cup of sack ?

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. 2nd Serv. Will 't please your honor taste of Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will these conserves ?

soar 3rd Serv. What raiment will your honor wear Above the morning lark : or wilt thou hunt ? to-day?

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Sly. I am Christopher Sly: call not me “hon. And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. or,” por “ lordship.” I never drank sack in my 1st Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds life; and if you give me any conserves, give me

are as swift conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment As breathéd stags, ay, Aleeter than the roe. I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, 2nd Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes

fetch thee straight than feet; nay, sometimes more feet than shoes, Adonis, painted by a running brook ; or such shoes as my toes look through the over- And Cytheréa all in sedges hid, leather.

| Which seem to move and wanton with her Lord. Heaven cease this idle humor in your

breath, honor!

Even as the waving sedges play with wind. O, that a mighty man of such descent,

Lord. We'll shew thee Io, as she was a maid; Of such possessions and such high esteem, And how she was beguiléd and surprised, Should be infused with so foul a spirit !

As lively painted as the deed was done. Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am 3rd Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton

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Scratching her legs that one shall swear she Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good bleeds :

amends! And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

AU. Amen. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord; Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. Than any woman in this waning age.

Page. How fares my noble lord ? 1st Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer for thee,

enough. Like envious floods, o'erran her lovely face, Where is my wife ? She was the fairest creature in the world;

Page. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with And yet she is inferior to none.

her? Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Or do I dream? or have I dreamed till now?

“husband ?I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

My men should call me “lord;" I am your goodI smell sweet savors, and I feel soft things :

man. Upon my life, I am a lord indeed;

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.

husband : Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; I am your wife in all obedience; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

Sly. I know it well.—What must I call her ? 2nd Serv. Will’t please your mightiness to Lord. Madam. wash your hands ?

Sly. Al ce madam, or Joan madam? [Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call O, how we joy to see your wits restored!

ladies. O, that once more you knew but what you are ! Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed These fifteen years you have been in a dream;

and slept Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept. Above some fifteen year and more. Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, nap.

Being all this time abandoned from your bed. But did I never speak of all that time ?

Sly. 'T is much.- Servants, leave me and her 1st Serv. O yes, my lord; but very idle alone. words:

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; To pardon me yet for a night or two; And rail upon the hostess of the house ;

Or if not so, until the sun be set : And say you would present her at the leet, For your physicians have expressly charged, Because she brought stone jugs, and no sealed In peril to incur your former malady, quarts :

That I should yet absent me from your bed : Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 1 Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no so long. But I would be loath to fall into my such maid;

dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of Nor no such men as you have reckoned up: the flesh and the blood. As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;

Enter a Servant. And twenty more such names and men as Serv. Your honor's players, hearing your amendthese,

ment, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. | Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

For so your doctors hold it very meet :

commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your trick ? blood,

Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,

stuff. Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, Sly. What, household stuff? And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Page. It is a kind of history. Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens Sly. Well, we'll see it. Come, madam wife, life.

sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a | ne'er be younger.

[They sit down.

Taming of the Shrew


SCENE I. - Padua. A public Place. | This virtue and this moral discipline,

Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;

Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
Luc. Tranio, since — for the great desire I had As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured.
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts —

| Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,

And practice rhetoric in your common talk; The pleasant garden of great Italy;

Music and poesy used to quicken you ; And, by my father's love and leave, am armed The mathematics and the metaphysics, With his good will, and thy good company, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you: My trusty servant, well approved in all; No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en:Here let us breathe, and happily institute In brief, sir, study what you most affect. A course of learning and ingenious studies.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou adPisa, renowned for grave citizens,

vise. Gave me my being; and my father first,

If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, A merchamt of great traffic through the world, We could at once put us in readiness, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

And take a lodging fit to entertain Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence,

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. It shall become to serve all hopes conceived, But stay awhile : what company is this? To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds : Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town. And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, Will I apply that treats of happiness

and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand By virtue 'specially to be achieved.

aside. Tell me thy mind : for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, For how I firmly am resolved you know;
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, Before I have a husband for the elder :
I am in all affected as yourself;

If either of you both love Katherine,
Glad that you thus continue your resolve Because I know you well and love you well,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasOnly, good master, while we do admire



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Gre. To cart her rather: she's too rough for Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

· I will be very kind, and liberal There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? To mine own children in good bringing up; Kath. I pray you, sir [To BAPTISTA), is it your And so farewell. Katarina, you may stay; will

For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit. To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I Hor. Mates, maid ! how mean you that? no

not? mates for you,

What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, be11 Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

like, Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; I knew not what to take and what to leave ? Ha! I wis it is not half way to her heart :

[Exit. But if it were, doubt not her care should be Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool, are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love And paint your face and use you like a fool. is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our

Hor. From all such devils, good lord deliver us ! nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake 's
Gre. And me too, good lord !

dough on both sides. Farewell. Yet, for the love Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means toward;

light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she deThat wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. lights, I will wish him to her father. Inc. But in the other's silence do I see

Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio. But a word Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.

I pray: though the nature of our quarrel yet Peace, Tranio.

never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. toucheth us both — that we may yet again have

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in What I have said, — Bianca, get you in : Bianca's love — to labor and effect one thing speAnd let it not displease thee, good Bianca ; cially. For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Gre. What's that, I pray? Kath. A pretty peat ! 't is best

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Put finger in the eye, — an she knew why. Gre. A husband ! a devil.

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. Hor. I say, a husband. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :

Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, My books and instruments shall be my company; though her father be very rich, any man is so very

On them to look, and practice by myself. | a fool to me married to hell ? i Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your paspeak.

[Aside. tience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, i lor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man Sorry am I that our good will effects

could light on them, would take her with all faults, Bianca's grief.

and money enough. Gre. Why, will you mew her,

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

dowry with this condition, — to be whipped at the And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? | high-cross every morning.

Bop. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved : | Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice Go in, Bianca.

[Exit BIANCA. in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in And, for I know she taketh most delight law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth In music, instruments, and poetry,

friendly maintained, — till by helping Baptista's Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, free for a husband, and then have to 't afresh. — Or, Signior Gremio, you, know any such, Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! IIe

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