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Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, | derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will That will speak any thing? .
not speak what I know. King. She hath that ring of yours.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless Ber. I think, she has : certain it is, I lik'd thou canst say they are married : But thou art her,
too fine* in thy evidence: therefore stand And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth : This ring, you say, was yours? aside.. She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Dia Ay, my good lord. Madding my eagerness with her restraint, King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it As all impediments in fancy's* course
you ? Are motives of more fancy; and, in fine, Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not Her insuit coming with her modern grace,t
King. Where did you find it then ?
Dia. I found it not. You, that turn'd off a first so noble wise,
King. If it were yours by none of all these May justly diet me. I pray you yet,
How could you give it him ?
(ways, (Since you lack virtue, I win lose a husband,) Dia. I never gave it him. Send for your ring, I will return it home, Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; And give me mine again.
she goes off and on at pleasure, Ber. I have it not.
King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first King. What ring was yours, I pray you?
wife. Dia. Sir, much like
Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for ought I The same upon your finger.
know. King. Know you this ring? this ring was his King. Take her away, I do not like her now; of late.
To prison with her: and away with him..--Dia. And this wasit I gave him, being a-bed. Unless thou tel'st me where thou had'st this King. The story then goes false, you threw it Thou diest within this hour.
(ring, Out of a casement.
Dia. I'll never tell you. Dia. I have spoken the truth.
King. Take her away. "Enter PAROLLES.
Dia. I'll put in bail, my liege. Ber. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers.
King. I think thee now some common cusKing. You boggle shrewdly, every feather
Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas starts you. Is this the man you speak of?
you. Dia Ay, my lord.
King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd him all King. Tell me, sirrah, but tell me true, 1
this while ? charge you,
Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not Nor fearing the displeasure of your master,
guilty ; (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,
He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't
I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. By him, and by this woman here, what know | Great king. I am no strumpet, by my life ;
you? Par. So please your majesty, my master hath
I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. been an honourable gentlemen; tricks he hath
[Pointing to LAFEU. had in him, which gentlemen have.
King. She does abuse our ears; to prison King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.--Stay, love this woman ! Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; But how?
[ Exit WIDOW.
The jeweller, that owest the ring, is sent for, King. How I pray you? Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman Who hath abu'sd me, as he knows himself,
And he shall surety me. But for this lord, loves a woman. King. How is that?
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not.
him: King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:-
He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; What an equivocal companiong is this?
- And at that time he got his wife with child: Par. I am a poor man, and at your inajesty's |
Dead though she be, she feels her young one command. .
kick; Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a And now behold the meaning.
So there's my riddle, One that's dead is quick: naughty orator. Dia. Do you know, he promised me mar
Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.
King. Is there no exorcist
Hel. No, my good lord ! Par. Yes, so please your majesty ; I did go 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see, between them, as I said ? but more than that. | The name and not the thing. he loved her,--for, indeed, he was mad for her. I Ber. Both, both ; 0, pardon ! and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of fu! Hel O, my good lord, when I was like this ries, and I know not what: yet I was in that
(ring, credit with them at that time, that I knew of | I found you wond'rous kind. There is your their going to bed; and of other motions, as And, look you, her's your letter; This it says, jiromising her marriage, and things that would When from my finger you can get this ring,
And are by me with child, &c. - This is done : Per solicitation concurring with her appearance of Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? May justly make me fast.
* Too artful.
Common womat. O Fellor. 1
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, this clearly,
| Thou kep'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.---ą I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Of that and all the progress, more and less, Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove un Resolvedly more leasure shall express : true,
All yet seems well ; and, if it end so meet, Deadly divorce step between me and you : The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. O, my dear mother, do I see you living?
(Flourish, Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon :-Good Tom Drum,To PAROLLES ) lend
Advancing. me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on
The king's a begger, now the play is done : me home, I'll make sport with thee; Let thy
All is well ended, if this suit be won, courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
That you express content ; which we will pay, King. Let us from point to point this story
With strife to please you, day exceeding day; know,
Ours be your patience ihen, and yours our parts; To make the even truth in pleasure flow:
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[Exeunt. To DIANA. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy
* 1. c. Hear us without interruption, and take our parta
support and defend us, doyer :
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
CHARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION A LORD.
To the original Play of The Taming of a Shres. CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken
entered on the Stationers' books in 1594, 41Thinker.
| Persons in printed in quarto, in 1607. Hostess, Page, Players, Hunts-] the Inducmen, and other servants at- tion.
A Lord, &c. tending on the Lord. S
Sly. BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
A Tapster. VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c.
ALPHONSUS, a merchant of Athens.
JEROBEL, Duke of Cestus. GREMIO,
AURELIUS, his Son, ) HORTENSIO. Suitors to Bianca.
Suitors to the Daughten TRANIO,
S of Alphonsus.
VALERIA, Servant to Aurelius,
SANDER, Servant to Ferando.
PHYLOTUS, a Merchant who personates the PEDANT, an old fellow set up to personate
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferands Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.
and Alphonsus, SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes Scene, Athens, ; and sometimes Ferando in Petruchio's House in the Country.
Brach* Merriman,-the poor cur is embose 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 pheese* 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 :
i Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he. Oy Look in the chronicles, we came in with Ri. He cried upon it at the merest loss. lord: chard Conqueror. Therefore, paucus palla- And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: oris ;t let the world slide: Sessa! 1
Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Host. You will not pay for the glasses you Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as feet. have burst ?
I would esteem him worth a dozen sach. Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jeroni. But sup them well, and look unto them all: my ;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.ll To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch i Hun. I will, my lord. the thirdborough.
Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk; Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll i
See, doth he breathe ? answer him by law : I'll not' budge an inch,
2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he 30 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 sounds, Wind horns. Enter a Lord, from hunting, Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine with Huntsmen, and Serrants.
(image Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine my hounds:
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.* Beat or knock
† Few words
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Be quiet.
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his 11 This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in boresque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanisb
A most delicious banquet by his bed, An officer wbose aut bority equals a constable.
And brave attendants near him when he | Well, you are come to me in happy time; wakes,
The rather for I have some sport in hand, Would not the beggar then forget himself? Wherein your cunning can assist me much. 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot There is a lord will hear you play to-night; choose.
But I am doubtful of your modesties : 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him | Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, when he wak’d.
(For yet his honour never heard a play,) Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth You break into some merry passion, less fancy.
And so offend him : for I tell you, Sirs, Then take him up, and manage well the jest:---| If you should smile, he grows impatient. Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain And hang it round with all my wanton pic
ourselves. tures :
Were he the veriest antick in the world. Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Lord. Go Sirrah, take them to the buttery. And burn sweet wood to make the lodging And give them friendly welcome every one: sweet:
Let them want nothing that my house affords. Procure me music ready when he wakes,
[Exeunt SERVANT and PLAYERS. To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
[To a SERVANT. And with a low submissive reverence, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Say,_What is it your honour will command? That done, conduct him to the drunkards's Let one attend him with a silver bason,
chamber, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; | And call him-madam, do him obeisance, Another bear the ewer, * the third a diaper,t Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) And say,-Wilt please your lordship cool He bear himself with honourable action, your hands ?
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Some one be ready with a costly suit, Unto their lords, by them accomplished : And ask him what appearel he will wear ; Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Another tell him of his hounds and horse, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And that his lady mourns at his disease : | And say,- What is't your honour will comPersuade him, that he hath been lunantic ;
mand, And, when he says he is-say, that he dreams, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
| May show her duty, and make known her love ? This do, and do it kindly,f gentle Sirs; | And then-with kind embracements, tempting It will be pastime passing excellent,
kisses, If it be husbanded with modesty.
And with declining head into his bosom, Hun. My lord, I warrant you we'll play Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd our part,
To see her noble lord restor'd to health, As he shall think, by our true diligence, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him He is no less than what we say he is.
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with And if the boy have not a woman's gift, him ;
To rain a shower of commanded tears, And each one to his office, when he wakes. An onion will do well for such a shift;
[Some bear out Sly. A trumpt sounds. Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : Shall in dispite enforce a watery eye. [canst;
[Exil. SERVANT. See this despach'd with all the haste thou Belike, some noble gentleman ; that means, Anon I'll give thee more instructions. Travelling some journey, to repose him here.--.
| I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Re-enter a SERVANT.
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : How now? who is it?
I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; Ser. An it please your honour,
And how my men will stay themselves from Players that offer service to your lordship. laughter, Lord. Bid them come near:
When they do homage to this simple peasant. Enter PLAYERS.
I'll in to counsel them: happily* my presence
May well abate the over-merry spleen, Yow, fellows, you are welcome.
Which otherwise would grow into extremes. 1 Play. We thank your honour,
[Exeunt. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to
SCENE II. night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept A Bedchamber in the LORD's House. our duty.
Sly is discovered in a rich night gown, with Ale Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I re
tendants ; some with apparel, others with bamember,
son, ewer, and other appurlenances. Enter Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;-)
LORD, dressed like a Servant. 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so
Sly. For God's sake a pot of small ale. well : I have forgot your name; but sure, that part
1 Serv. Wil't please your losdship drink a Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd
cup of sack? 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your hon
2 Serv. Wil't please your honour taste of our means :
these conserves ? Lord. 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excel
3 Sery. What raiment will your honour wear lent.
Sly. I am Christopher Sly; call not means * Pitcher,
Napkin. * Yatrally. Moderation,
honour, nor lordship : I never drank sack in Sly. Am I a lond? and hare I such a led my life ; and if you give me any conserves, give Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till not me conserves of beef : Ne'er ask me what rai- I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak; ment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets | 1 smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed ; no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more And not a linker, nor Christopher Sly. feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; through the over-leather.
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your 2 Serv. Will’t please your mightiness to FL honour!
your hands ? O, that a mighty man, of such descent,
(SERVANTS present an cuer, basin, and name of such possession, and so high esteem, O, how we joy to see your wit restord! Should be infused with so foul a spirit! O, that once more you knew but what you an
Sly, What, would you make me mad! Am These fifteen years you have been in a dreen not i Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton. Or, when you wak'd, so wak as if you dle" heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card Sly These fifteen years, by my fay,* a good maker, by transmutation a bear-head, and now
nap. by present profession a thinker? Ask Marian But did I never speak of all that time? Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know I Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle wenk:me not : if she say I am not fourteen pence on For though you lay here in this goodly chamber the score for sheer ale, score me up for the Yet would you say, ye were beaten out ci doar lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am And rail upon the hostess of the house ; not bestraught:* Here's
And say you would present her at the lett I Serv. O, this it is, that makes your lady Because she brought stone jugs and do seal mourn.
(Hacke 2 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your servants Sometimes you would call out for Cice droop.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun 3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no bouse, na: your house,
no such maid ; As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up.O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; [ment, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish- (And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : And twenty more such names and men as these Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my goo! Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
(Music. AU. Amen. And twenty caged nightingales do sing :
Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not loose by it Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendants On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. [ground:
Page. How fares my poble lord ?
Sly. Marry, I fare well ; for here is chea
enough. Their harness studded all with gold and pearl, I Where is my wife? Post thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will
Page. Here noblo lord ; What is thy wz? soar
with her? Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt ? |
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not callineThy hounds shall make the wilkin answer
husband ? them,
My men should call me-lord; I am your good And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
man. 1 Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Page My husband and my lord, my lord are as swift
and husband ; As breathed stages, ay, fleeter than thc roe. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will
I am your wife in all obedience.
Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her fetch thee straight
Lord. Madam Adonis, painted by a running brook :
Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? And Cytherea all in sedges hid; [breath,
Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lorda Which seem to move and wanton with her
call ladies. Even as the waving sedges play with wind. Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ;
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have
dream'd, and slept And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done.
Above some fifteen years and more. 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Being all this time abandon'd from your beut.
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me: wood;
eds: Sly 'Tis much ; -Servants leave me and Scratching her legs that one shall swear she
her alone. And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, Madam, undress you and come now to bed. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. |
| Page Thrice noble lord, let me entreat ai Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Llord: To pardon me yet for a night or two; Than any woman in this waning age. 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed
Or, if not so, until the sun be set;
For your physicians have expressly chargi. for thee, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
In peril to incur your former inalady, She was the fairest creature in the world;
That I should yet absent me from your bel : And vet she is inferior to none.
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. * Distracted
* Court teet.