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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

(Exeunt.

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. A Lord.

HORTENSIO, Suitor to Bianca. CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken

Persons

TRANTO,
Tinker.

Servants to Lucentio.
BIONDELLO,

in the InHostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen,

duction.

GRUMIO, and Other Servants attending on

CURTIS,

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,

tista. Bianca.

Widow.
PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a
Suitor to Katharina.

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,

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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.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
fancy

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's
Then take him up, and manage well the jest: chamber,
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And call him-madam, do him obeisance,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Tell him from me (as he will win my love,)
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, He bear himself with honourable action,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet : Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
Procure me musick ready when he wakes, Unto their lords, by them accomplished :
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound. Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy :
And, with a low submissive reverence,

And say,--What is't your honour will command,
Say,-

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
Some one be ready with a costly suit,

To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
And ask him what apparel he will wear; Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him
Another tell him of his hounds and horse, No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
And that his lady mourns at his disease :

And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
Persuade him that he hath been lunatick. To rain a shower of commanded tears,
And, when he says he is-, say that he dreams, An onion will do well for such a shift :
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

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.
Re-enter a Servant.

Sly is discovered in a rich night gown, with
How now? who is it?

Åttendants; some with apparel, others with Ser.

An it please your honour, bason, ever, and other appurtenances. Enter
Players that offer service to your lordship.

Lord, dressed like a Servant.
Lord. Bid them come near :-
Enter Players.

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
I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than
Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd. shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the
1 Play. I think 'twas Soto that your honour overleather.
means.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your
Lord. 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excellent. honour!
Well, yon are come to me in happy time; 0, that a mighty man of such descent,
The rather for I have some sport in hand, Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Wherein your cunning can assist me much. Should be infused with so fout a spirit!
There is a lord will hear you play to-night: Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am
But I am doubtful of your modesties;

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

him ;

man.

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,

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I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,

Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
The pleasant garden of great Italy;

Peace, Tranio.
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,

fill.
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
Here let us breathe, and happily institute What I have said, -Bianca, get you] in :
A course of learning, and ingenious studies. And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,

For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Gave me my being, and my father first, Kath. A pretty peat! 'uis best
A merchant of great traffick through the world, Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent-
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, Sir, to your pleasure hunbly I snbscribe ;
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, My books, and instruments, shall be my com-
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :

pany i
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I sındy, On them to look, and practise by myself.
Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou muy'st hear Minerva Will I 'apply, that treats of happiness

speak.

[Aside. By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.

Hor. 'Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ?
Tell me thy mind for I have Pisa left, Sorry am I, that our good will effects
And am to Padua come: as he that leaves Bianca's grief.
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, Gre.

Why, will you mew her up,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

Tra. Mi per lonate, gentle master mine, And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?
I am in all affected as yourself.

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolvu :
Glad that you thus continue your resolve, Goin, Bianca.

[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,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:

Prefer them bither; for to cunuing men
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, 1 will be very kind, and liberal
And practise rhetorick in your common talk : To mine own children in good bringing up;
Musick and pocsy use to quicken you ;,

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay :
The mathematicks and the metaphysicks, For I have more to commune with Bianca.
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves

(E.rit. you :

Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too: May
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en :-

I not?
In brief, sir, study what you most affect. What, shall I be appointed hours; as though,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou ad-

belike,
vise.

I knew not what to take and what to leave ? If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

Ha!

(Exit. We could at once put us in readiness ; And take a lodging fit to entertain

to

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.
Gre. To cart her rather : She's too rough for Gre. A husband ! a devil.
me :-

Hor. I say, a husband.
There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife ? Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thon, Hortensio,
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To Bap. ) is it your though her father be very rich, any man is so
will

very a fool to be married to hell ?
To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your pa-
Hor. Mates, maid ! how mean you that ? no tience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums,
mates for you,

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

fear;

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 :
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Wnile' I make way from hence to save my life;
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of alı. You understand me ?
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

I, sir? ne'er a whit.
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

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!
Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine first.

SCENE II. The same. Before Hortensio's
Tra.
You will be schoolmaster,

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

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