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In Laneham's Letter (1575), describing the entertainments at Kenilworth, we have an account of a real rustic wedding, in which there was borne before the bride, "The bride-cup, formed of a sweet sucket barrel, a fair-turned post set to it, all seemingly besilvered and parcel-gilt." Laneham adds that "the busy flies flocked about the bride-cup for the sweetness of the sucket that it savoured on."

18 SCENE II.-"I must away to-day," &c. We subjoin the parallel scene in the earlier play:

Fer. Father, farewell, my Kate and I must home. Sirrah, go make ready my horse presently.

Alf. Your horse! what, son, I hope you do but jest ; I am sure you will not go so suddenly.

Kate. Let him go or tarry, I am resolved to stay, And not to travel on my wedding-day.

Fer. Tut, Kate, I tell thee we must needs go home. Villain, hast thou saddled my horse?

San. Which horse-your curtall?

Fer. Zounds! you slave, stand you prating here! Saddle the bay gelding for your mistress.

Kate. Not for me, for I will not go. San. The ostler will not let me have him; you owe tenpence

For his meat, and sixpence for stuffing my mistress' saddle. Fer. Here, villain, go pay him straight.

San. Shall I give them another peck of lavender? Fer. Out, slave! and bring them presently to the door. Alf. Why, son, I hope at least you 'll dine with us. San. I pray you, master, let's stay till dinner be done. Fer. Zounds, villain, art thou here yet? [Erit SANDER Come, Kate, our dinner is provided at home.

Kate. But not for me, for here I mean to dine: I'll have my will in this as well as you; Though you in madding mood would leave your friends,

Despite of you I'll tarry with them still.

Fer. Ay, Kate, so thou shalt, but at some other time: When as thy sisters here shall be espoused, Then thou and I will keep our wedding-day In better sort than now we can provide; For here I promise thee before them all, We will ere long return to them again. Come, Kate, stand not on terms, we will away; This is my day, to-morrow thou shalt rule, And I will do whatever thou command'st. Gentlemen, farewell, we 'll take our leaves, It will be late, before that we come home. [Exeunt FERANDO and KATE.

ACT IV.

19 SCENE I.-" Curt. Who is that calls so coldly? | as it would have been shaped, by the composer

Gru. A piece of ice?"

himself, in the present day, merely changing the tenor clef into the treble, and adding, as the correction of what most likely is a clerical error, a sharp to the c in the third staff.

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Ar Venice, surrounded by the sea, the tempera-
ture is rarely below 6° Reaumur-18° Fahren-
heit; but the cold is much greater on the main-
land, even at its nearest points; and at Padua,
from which Petrucio's country-house was obvi
ously not very distant, it is frequently so ex-
treme as to justify all Grumio's lamentations.
During a considerable period of the winter of
1838, nearly 200 men were daily employed in
breaking up the ice on the Brenta for the pas- 2
sage of boats to Venice; and piles of ice, of
great height, might be seen till spring.—(M.)

20 SCENE I.-" Jack, boy! ho, boy!" The first words of a Round for four voices, printed, in 1609, in a musical work, now become exceedingly rare, entitled 'Pammelia, Musickes Miscellanie; or Mixed Varietie of pleasant Roundelayes and delightful Catches,' &c.

Malone gives a rather inaccurate copy of this, and in the enigmatic form which it takes in Pammelia, without seeming to be aware that it is printed in that work, for he cites Sir John Hawkins as his authority, in whose 'History of Music,' however, it not only does not appear, but is not even alluded to. We here insert it

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the fine animal spirits and the real self-command of our Petrucio. The following is the parallel scene in that play; and it is remarkable how closely Shakspere copies the incidents :—

Enter FERANDO and KATE.

Fer. Now welcome, Kate. Where's these villains Here? What, not supper yet upon the board, Nor table spread, nor nothing done at all? Where's that villain that I sent before?

San. Now, adsum, sir.

Fer. Come hither, you villain, I'll cut your nose.
You rogue, help me off with my boots; will 't please
You to lay the cloth? Zounds! the villain
Hurts my foot: pull easily, I say, yet again!

[He beats them all. [They cover the board, and fetch in the meat. Zounds, burnt and scorch'd! Who dress'd this meat? Wil. Forsooth, John Cook.

[He throws down the table, and meat, and all, and beats them all.

Fer. Go, you villains, bring me such meat! Out of my sight, I say, and bear it hence: Come, Kate, we 'll have other meat provided. Is there a fire in my chamber, sir?

Sun. Ay, forsooth. [Exeunt FERANDO and KATE. [Manent Serving-men, and eat up all the meat. Tom. Zounds! I think of my conscience my master 's mad since he was married.

Wil. I laughed, what a box he gave Sander for pulling off his boots.

Enter FERANDO again.

San. I hurt his foot for the nonce, man.
Fer. Did you so, you damned villain?

[He beats them all out again.
This humour must I hold me to awhile,
To bridle and hold back my headstrong wife,
With curbs of hunger, ease, and want of sleep;
Nor sleep, nor meat shall she enjoy to-night.
I'll mew her up as men do mew their hawks,
And make her gently come unto the lure:
Were she as stubborn, or as full of strength,
As was the Thracian horse Alcides tamed,
That king Egeus fed with flesh of men,
Yet would I pull her down, and make her come,
As hungry hawks do fly unto their lure.

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"It was the friar of orders gray," &c.

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San. Ay, I could help you to some, but that I doubt the mustard is too choleric for you. But what say you to a sheep's head and garlic?

Kate. Why, anything, I care not what it be.

San. Ay, but the garlic I doubt will make your breath stink, and then my master will curse me for letting you eat it. But what say you to a fat capon?

Kate. That's meat for a king, sweet Sander, help me to some of it.

San. Nay by'rlady! then 't is too dear for us; we must not meddle with the king's meat.

Kate. Out, villain! dost thou mock me? Take that for thy sauciness.

[She beats him.

Grey has been hastily betrayed into a remark upon this scene in Shakspere, which is singularly opposed to his usual accuracy:-"This seems to be borrowed from Cervantes' account of Sancho Panza's treatment by his physician when sham governor of the island of Barataria." The first part of 'Don Quixote' was not published till 1605; and our poet unquestionably took the scene from the old "Taming of a Shrew,' which was published in 1594.

24 SCENE III.-"Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments," &c.

The resemblance of this scene to the scene in the old play, in which the Shrew is tried to the utmost by her husband's interference with her dress, is closer than in almost any other part. The "face not me," and "brave not me," of Grumio, are literal transcripts of the elder jokes. In the speech of Petrucio, after the tailor is driven out, we have three lines, which are the same, with the slightest alteration, from the following:

"Come, Kate, we now will go see thy father's house, Even in these honest mean habiliments;

Our purses shall be rich, our garments plain."

Percy's poem, 'The Friar of Orders Gray,' And yet, in spirit and taste, the differences are which is partly made up of fragments of ballads found in Shakspere, begins thus :

"It was a friar of orders gray
Walk'd forth to tell his beads."

23 SCENE III.-"No, no; forsooth, I dare not

for my life."

We subjoin the parallel scene from the other play :

Enter SANDER and his Mistress.

San. Come, mistress.

Kate. Sander, I prithee help me to some meat,

I am so faint that I can scarcely stand.

San. Ay, marry, mistress, but you know my master has given me a charge that you must eat nothing, but that which he himself giveth you.

Kate. Why, man, thy master needs never know it.

as remarkable as the resemblances.

Enter FERANDO and KATE, and SANDER.

San. Master, the haberdasher has brought my mistress home her cap here.

Fer. Come hither, sirrah: what have you there?
Haberdasher. A velvet cap, sir, an it please you.

Fer. Who spoke for it? didst thou, Kate? Kate. What if I did? Come hither, sirrah, give me the cap; I'll see if it will fit me. [She sets it on her head.

Fer. O monstrous! why, it becomes thee not: Let me see it, Kate. Here, sirrah, take it hence,

This cap is out of fashion quite.

Kate. The fashion is good enough: belike you mean to

make a fool of me.

Fer. Why, true, he means to make a fool of thee,

To have thee put on such a curtal'd cap.

Sirrah, begone with it.

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25 SCENE I.-"A sail-maker in Bergamo." Ir seems rather odd to select sail-making as the occupation of a resident in a town so far from the sea as Bergamo. It is possible, however, that the sails required for the navigation of the Lakes Lecco and Garda might have been made in the intermediate town of Bergamo. I looked through the place for a sail-maker; but the nearest approach I could find to one was a maker of awnings, &c.—(M.)

26 SCENE II.-"A woman moved is like a fountain troubled."

may be its form, it is "ill-seeming-bereft of beauty."-(M.)

27 SCENE II.-"Exeunt."

Shakspere's play terminates without disposing of Christopher Sly. The actors probably dealt with him as they pleased after his most characteristic speech at the end of the second scene of Act I. The old "Taming of a Shrew' concludes

as follows:

Then enter two bearing of SLIB in his own apparel again,
and leave him where they found him, and then go out;
then enters the TAPSTER.

Tap. Now that the darksome night is overpast,
And dawning day appears in crystal sky,
Now must I haste abroad: but soft, who's this?
What Slie? O wondrous! hath he lain here all night?
I'll wake him; I think he 's starv'd by this,
But that his belly was so stuff'd with ale.
What, now, Slie, awake, for shame.

Slie. Sim, give's some more wine: what, all the players gone? Am not I a lord?

Tap. A lord with a murrain: come, art thou drunken still?

The fountain is the favourite of the many ornaments of the court of an Italian palazzo. It is important for its utility during the heats of summer; and such arts are lavished upon this species of erection as make it commonly a very beautiful object. It is worth the trouble of ascending a campanile in an Italian city in summer, merely to look down into the shady courts of the surrounding houses, where, if such houses be of the better sort, the fountains in the centre of the courts may be seen brimming and spouting, so as to refresh the gazer through the imagination. The birds that come to the basin to drink, and the servants of the house to draw water, form pictures which are a perpetual That ever I had in my life: but I'll to my wife presently, gratification to the eye. The clearness of the pool is the first requisite to the enjoyment of the fountain, without which, however elegant

Slie. Who's this? Tapster! O Lord, sirrrah, I have had the bravest dream to-night that ever thou heardst in all thy life.

Tap. Yea, marry, but you had best get you home,
For your wife will curse you for dreaming here to-night.
Slie. Will she? I know now how to tame a shrew;
I dreamt upon it all this night till now,

And thou hast waked me out of the best dream

And tame her too if she anger me.

Tap. Nay, tarry, Slie, for I'll go home with thee, And hear the rest that thou hast dreamt to night. [Exeunt omnes.

COSTUME.

THE Italy of Shakspere's own time is intended some interesting local illustrations, which to be presented in this play. So thoroughly are greatly strengthen the conjecture that our poet the manners Italian, that a belief, and not an had founded his accurate allusions in this play unreasonable one, has grown up, that Shakspere to Italian scenes and customs upon personal visited Italy before its composition. To a observation. These illustrations are distinhighly-valued friend, we are much indebted for guished by the initial (M).

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