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Vol. VI.


A Lord. Christopher Sly, a drunken tinker, | Persons in: Hosters, Page, Players, Huntsmen,' the Inducand other servants attending on the tion, i Lord. } ...' . - \ Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa. Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

Katharina. - Y - - &remio, } Suitors to Bianca. Hortensio, j Tranio,

Y "—" Bioll dello, Servants to Lucentio. Grumio,

Curtis, } Servants to Petruchio.

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SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimer' int. Petruchio's House in the Country.

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Enter Hostess and SLY.

Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ; let the world slide: Sejja! - - " Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst of - Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeromimy;

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Mind Horns. Enter a Lord from huntiug, with: Huntsmen and Servants.

Lord. Huntsmen, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, - the poor cur is cmboss'd, And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach, Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good t the hedge' corner in the coldest fault 2 #would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog. : Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow I intend to bault again. • * * * * 1 Hunt. I will, my Lord. - - Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe 2 2 Hun. He breathes, my Lord: Were he not warm'd with ale, --- This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord. O monstrous beast ! : how like a swine he - lies! * Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image? Sirs, I will practise on this drunkem man.— What think you , if he were convey'd to bed, Wrap'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, . . . And brave' attendants near him when he wakes, * Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hun. Believeme, Lord, I think he cannot choose. • Hun. It would scem strangelinto him when he - wak'd, -

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Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless * * * : * ~ * fancy, Then take him up, and manage well the jest: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Procure me musick ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And, with a low submissive reverence, Say, - What is it your Honour will command? . Let one attend him with a silver bason, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Another bear the ever, the third a diaper, And say, - Will't please your Lordship cool your Imands 2 Some one be ready with a costly suit, And ask him what apparel he will wear; . Another tell him of his hounds and horse, And that his lady mourns at his disease: . Persuade him, that he hath been a lunatick; •. And, when he says he is –, say, that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord. This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs; It will be pastime passing excellent, If it be husbanded with modesty. Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our Part, As he shall think, by our true diligence, He is no less, than what we say he is. Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; And each one to his office, when he wakes. – [Some bear out S 1. Y. A trumwet rounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : — [ Exit Servant.

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