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other Servants attending on the Lord.
BAPTISTA, a nch Gentleman of Padua.
KATHARINA, the Shrew, ? Daughters to Baptista.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista
SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in
Petruchio's House in the Country.
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly.
Sły. 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, says Jeronimy; - Go to thy cold bed and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough.
[Exit. 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. [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting, with Hunts
men and Servants.
1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
1 Hunt. I will, my lord.
breathe ? 2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warmed
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies !
1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
waked. 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 music 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 honor will command ? Let one attend him with a silver basin, Full of rose-water, and bestrewed with flowers; Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper; And say,—Will’t please your lordship cool your hands ? 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 lunatic. 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.
1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part,
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him.
[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : –
[Exit Servant Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Re-enter a Servant.
An it please your honor,
Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honor. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I remember,
1 Play. I think 'twas Soto that your honor means.
Lord. 'Tis very true; - thou didst it excellent.--
1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, [To a Servant. And see him dressed in all suits like a lady: