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So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick : me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on And now behold the meaning.
me home, I'll make sport with thee : Let thy Re-enter Widow, with Helena.
courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
King. Let us from point to point this story King.
Is there no exorcist know, Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ?
To make the even truth in pleastire flow : Is'i real that I see?
If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, Hel. No, my good lord;
[70 Diana "Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dow'r; The name, and not the thing.
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, Ber.
Both, both: O pardon! Thou kept'st a wife herself, thy self a maid.Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this of that, and all the progress, more and less, maid,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express; I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, And, look you, here's your letter: This it says, The biller past, more welcome is the sweet! When from my finger you can get this ring,
[Flourish. And are by me with child, &c. - This is done : Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
Advancing. Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this The King's a beggar, now the play is done; clearly,
All is well ended, if this suit be won, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly. That you express content, which we will pay, Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, With strife to please you, day erceeding day; Deadly divorce step between me and you ! Ours be your patience then, and yours our 0, my dear mother, do I see you living?
parle: Lat. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. anon :-Good Tom Drum, [ To Parolles,] lend
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
PERSONS REPRESENTED. A Lord.
HORTENSIO, Suitor to Bianca. CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken
Servants to Lucentio.
in the InHostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen,
GRUMIO, and Other Servants attending on
Servants to Petruchio. the Lord.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to personale VinBAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
centio. VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa. KATHARINA, the Shrew, ? Daughters 10 Bap. LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with BIANCA, her Sister,
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on GREMIO, Suitor to Bianca.
Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE-Sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.
INDUCTION. SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath. And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd
brach Enter Hostess and Sly.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues ; 1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard
lord; Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ; let He cried upon it at the merest loss, the world slide: Sessa 1
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Host. You will not pay for the glasses you Trust me, I take him for the better dog. have burst?
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jero- I would esteem him worth a dozen sich. nimy ;
But sup them well, and look unto them all ; Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
To-morrow I intend to hunt again. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the 1 Hunt. I will, my lord. thirdborough
[Erit. Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk 7 See, Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll doth he breathe ? answer him' by law: l'll not budge an inch, 2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord: Were he not boy ; let him come, and kindly.
warm'd with ale, (Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting,
Lord. O monstrous beast, how like a swine
he lies i with Huntsmen and Servants.
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well image! my hounds:
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd, What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain fingers,
ourselves, A most delicious banquet by his bed,
Were he the veriest antick in the world. And brave attendants near him when he wakes ;4 Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, Would not the beggar then forget himself ? And give them friendly welcome every one: i Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot Let them want nothing that my house affordschoose.
(Ereunt Servant and Players. 2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, he wak'd.
i To a Servant.
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's
And say,--What is't your honour will command,
What is it your honour will command ? Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, Let one attend him with a silver bason,
May show her duty, and make known her love? Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; And then-with kind embracements, tempting Another bear the ewer, a third a diaper;
kisses, And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your And with declining head into his bosom, hands?
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
Which in a napkin being close convey'd, This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs :
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. It will be pastime passing excellent,
See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; If it be husbanded with modesty.
Anon I'll give thee more instructions.1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play
[Erit Servant. our part,
I know the boy will well usurp the grace, As he shall think, by our true diligence,
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: He is no less than what we say he is.
I long to hear him call the drunkard husband; Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with And how my men will stay themselves fron
laughter, And each one to his office when he wakes. When they do homage to this simple peasant.
[Some bear out Siy. A trumpet sounds. !'ll in to counsel them: haply, my presence Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :- May well abate the over-merry spleen,
[Erit Servant. Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Belike, some noble gentleman ; that means,
[Exeunt. Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
Sly is discovered in a rich night gown, with
Åttendants; some with apparel, others with Ser.
An it please your honour, bason, ever, and other appurtenances. Enter
Lord, dressed like a Servant.
Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
i Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup Now, fellows, you are welcome. of sack? 1 Play. We thank your honour.
2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these Lord. Do you intend to stay with me tonight?
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our to-day? duty ?
Sty. I am Christophero Sly; call not me hoLord. With all my heart.- This fellow I re-i nour, nor lordship : I never drank sack in my member,
life ; and if you give me any conserves, give me Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment "Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so I'll wear : for I have no more doublets than well :
backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more
Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your
not i Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of BurtonLest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour, heath ; by birth a pedlar, by education a card(For yet his honour never heard a play.) maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now Yon break into some merry passion,
by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian And so offend hin: for 1 to you, sirs,
Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know If you should smile, he grows impatient. me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence od
the score for sheer ale, score me up for the ly. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. ingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no bestraught : Here's
such maid, i Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,mourn.
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; droop.
And twenty more such names and men as these, Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Which never were, nor no man ever saw. your house,
Sly. Now, Lord' be thanked for my good As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
amends! O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
All.Amen. Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish- Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
ment, And banish'hence these abject lowly dreams: Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Page. How fares my noble lord ? Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer Wilt thou have musick ? hark! Apollo plays, enough.
(Músick. Where is my wife? Α, twenty caged nightingales do sing:
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, with her ? Softer and sweeter, than the lustful bed
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call meOn purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
husband; Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: My men should call me-lord; I am your goodOr wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will husband; soar
I am your wife in all obedience. Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Lord. Madam. And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Lord. Madam, and nothing else : so lords call are as switt
ladies. As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch and slept thee straight
Above some fifteen year and more. Adonis, painted by a running brook ;
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Sly. "Tis much ;
-Servants, leave me and Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
her alone. Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you As lively painted as the deed was done. To pardon me yet for a night or two; 3 Sero. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny Or, if not so, until the sun be set : wood;
For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Scratching her legs that one shall swear she In peril to incur your former malady, bleeds:
That I should yet absent me from your bed : And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
I hope this reason stands for my excuse. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothiug but a lord: so long. But I would be loath to fall into my Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
dreams again: I will therefore tarry, in despite Than any woman in this waning age.
of the flesh and the blood. 1 Sero. And, till the tears that she hath shed
Enter a Servant. for thee, Like envious floods, o'erran her lovely face,
Sero. Your honour's players, hearing your She was the fairest creature in the world;
amendment, And yet she is inferior to none.
Are come to play a pleasant comedy, Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? For so your doctors hold it very meet ; Or do I dream ? or have I dreamed till now ? Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;
blood, I smell sweei savours, and I feel soft things : And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Opon my life, I am a lord indeed ;
Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly. And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
Which bars a thousand arms, and lengthens And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
life. 2 Serv. Will't please your mighuness to wash Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not yonr hands.
a commonty a Christinas gambol, or a tumbling (Servants present a ewer, bason, and napkin. trick ? 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! Page. No, my good lord : it is more pleasing 0, that once more you knew but what you are! stuff. These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Sly. What, household stuff? Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Page. It is a kind of history. Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, nap
sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall But did I never speak of all that time?
ne'er be younger.
[They sit down. 1 Serv. 0, yes, my lord ; but very idle words: For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door;
ACT I. And rail upon the hostess of the house ;
SCENE I. Padua. A public place., And say, you would present her at the leet, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd
Enter Lucentio and Tranio. quarts:
Luc. Tranio, since-for the great deaire I had sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent-
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou muy'st hear Minerva Will I 'apply, that treats of happiness
[Aside. By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.
Hor. 'Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ?
Why, will you mew her up,
Tra. Mi per lonate, gentle master mine, And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolvu :
[Erit Bianca To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
And for I know, she taketh most delight Only, good master, while we do admire
In music, instruments, and poetry; This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray;
Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio, Or so devote to Aristotle's ethicks,
Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such,
Prefer them bither; for to cunuing men
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay :
(E.rit. you :
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too: May
I knew not what to take and what to leave ? If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
(Exit. We could at once put us in readiness ; And take a lodging fit to entertain
gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we But stay awhile : What company is this? may blow our nails together, and fast 'it fairly Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell. town.
-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if Enter Baptista, Katharina, Bianca, Gremio, her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to
I can by any means light on a fit man to teach and Hortensió. Lucentio and Tranio stand her father. aside.
Hor. So will I, signior Gremio ; but a word, Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet For how I firmly am resolv'd yon know; never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it That is--not to bestow my youngest daughter, toucheth us both,-ihat we may yet again have Before I have a husband for the elder :
access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals If either of you both love Katharina,
in Bianca's love,-to labour and effect one thing Because I know you well, and love you well, 'specially: Leave you shall have to court her at your plea- Gre. What's that, 1 pray? sure.
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Hor. I say, a husband.
very a fool to be married to hell ?
why, man, there be good fellows in the world, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. an a man could light on them, would take her Kath. [ faith, sir, you shall never need to with all faults, and money enough.
Gre. I cannot tell ; but I had as lief take her I wis, it is not half way to her heart :
dowry with this condition,--to be whipped at But if it were, donbt not her cares should be the high-cross every morning. To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool, Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice And paint your face, and use you like a fool. in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in Hot. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth us!
friendly maintained, -lill by helping Baptista's Gre. And me too, good Lord!
eldest danghter to a husband, we set his youngest Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pas- free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. time toward ;
Sweet Bianca !-Happy man he his dole! He That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. that runs fastest, gets the ring. How say you, Luc. But in the other's silence I do see signior Gremio 1
Gre. I am agreed ; and 'would I had given | In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, And I am tied to be obedient; that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and (For so your father charg'd me at our parting; bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on. Be serviceable to my son, quoth he;
(Ereunt Gremio and Hortensio. Although, I think, 'iwas in another sense ;) Tra (Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, --Is it I am content to be Lucentio, possible
Because so well I love Lucentio. That love should of a sudden take such hold ? Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves. Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid I never thought it possible, or likely ;
Whose sudden sight hath thrallid my wounded Bat see! while idly I stood looking on,
eye. I found the effect of love in idleness: And now in plainness do confess to thee,
Enter Biondello. That art to me as secret, and as dear,
Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,
been ? Traniu, I burn, 1 pine, I perish, Tranio, Bion. Where have I been 7 Nay, how now, If I achieve not this young modest girl:
where are you? Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes? Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. Or you stol'n his ? or both ? pray what's the news?
Tra Master, it is no time to chide you now; Luc. Sirrah, come hither; 'uis no time to jest, Affection is not rated from the heart :
And therefore frame your manners to the time. If love have touch'd you, naught remains but Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, 60,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on, Redime te captum quam queas minimo. And I for my escape have put on his; Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this con- For in a quarrel, since I came ashore, tents;
I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried :
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Wnile' I make way from hence to save my life;
I, sir? ne'er a whit.
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; That made great Jove to humble him to her Tranio is chang'd'into Lucentio. hand,
Bion. The better for him: 'Would, I were sc When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. too! Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how T'ra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next her sister
wish after, Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? daughter.
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, But, sirrah,-not for my sake, but your master's And with her breath she did perfume the air ;
--I advise Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his companies: trance.
When I am alone, why then I am Tranio: I pray, awake, sir : If you love the maid, But in all places else, your master Lucentio. Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it Luc. Tranio, let's go :stands :
One thing more rests, that thyself execute :Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
To make one among these wooers: If thou ask That, till the father rid his hands of her,
me why, Master, your love must live a maid at home:
Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
[Ereunt. Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors. I Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
the play. But art thou not advis'd, he took some care sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good make To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? ter, surely: Comes there any more of it ? Tra. Ay, marry, am 1, sir; and now 'tis plotted. Page. My lord, 'lis but begun. Luc. I have it, Tranio.
Sly. 'Tis a very ercellent piece of work, maTra.
Master, for my hand, dam lady: 'Would, 'twere done!
SCENE II. The same. Before Hortensio's
House. And undertake the teaching of the maid :
Enter Petruchio and Grumio. That's your device.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave, Luc.
It is : May it be done? To see my friends in Padua ; but, of all, Tra. Not possible: For who shall bear your My best beloved and approved friend, part,
Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house : And be in Padua here Vincentio's son 1
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say, Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his Gru. Knock, sir! whom should'i knock? Lo friends;
there any man has rebused your worship? Visit his countrymen, and banquet them ? Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Luc. Basta ; content thee, for I have it full. Gru. Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am We have not yet been seen in any house ; 1, sir, that I should knock you here, sir ? Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces, Pet.' Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, For man, or master : then it follows thus:
And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
pate. Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should : Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome : 1 I will some other be; some Florentine,
should knock you first, Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. And then I know after who comes by the worst. 'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so : Tranio, at once Pet. Will it not be ? Uncase thee; take my coloar'd hat and cloak : Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it; When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
[He wrings Grumio by the ears. Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. I Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is made