Characters in the Induction

To the Original Play of The Taming of a Shrew,

ALPHONSUS, a Merchant of Athens.

JEROBEL, Duke of Cestus.

AURELIUS, his Son,
FERANDO,

POLIDOR,

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Suitors to the Daughters of Alphonsus.

VALERIA, Servant to Aurelius.

SANDER, Servant to Ferando.

PHYLOTUS, a Merchant who personates the Duke.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando and Alphonsus.

SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country-House.

Characters in the Induction,

A Lord, before whom the Play is supposed to be play'd.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.

Hostess.

Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord.

Dramatis Personae.

MEN.

BAPTISTA, Father to Katharina and Bianca; very rich. VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in Love with Bianca. PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Katharina.

GREMIO, Pretenders to Bianca.

HORTENSIO,

TRANIO,

BIONDELLO,

Servants to Lucentio.

GRUMIO, Servant to Petruchio.

PEDANT, an old Fellow set up to personate Vincentio.

WOMEN.

KATHARINA, the Shrew.

BIANCA, ber Sister.

Widow.

Tailor, Haberdasher; with Servants attending on Baptista,

and Petruchio.

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

TAMING of the SHREW.

INDUCTION.

SCENE I.

Before an Alehouse on a Heath. 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: Sessa!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, Jeronimy ;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

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Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough.

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[Exit.

Sly.

Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly. [Falls asleep.

Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting, with a Train.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

Brach Merriman-the poor cur is imbost-
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
He cried upon it at the meerest 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 hunt again.
Hunt. I will, my lord.

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Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,

doth he breathe?

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2 Hunt. 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 drunken man.What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,

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