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Vied korns. Enter a LORD from hunting, with
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
servants to Lucentio. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, Persons in the GRUMIO,
} and other Servants attending on
servants to Petruchio.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.
KATHARINA, sikerkrew ; } daughters to Baptista.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on.
Baptista and Petruchio.
suitors to Bianca.
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,
, 'we came in with Richard But sup them well, and look unto them all ;
1 Hun. I will, my lord.
doth he breathe ?
warı'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
[Erit. Lord. O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
verld slide: Sessa!
tim catne, and kindly.
Huntsmen and Servants.
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery. And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : And give them friendly welcome every one : Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Let them want nothing that my house affords. – And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet :
(Exeunt Servant and Players. Procure me musick ready when he wakes,
Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
[To a Servant. And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady : And, with a low submissive reverence,
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, Say, - What is it your honour will command ? And call him — madam, do him obeisance. Let one attend him with a silver bason,
Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; He bear himself with honourable action, Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies And say, — Will't please your lordship cool your Unto their lords, by them accomplished : hands?
Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Some one be ready with a costly suit,
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And ask him what apparel he will wear ;
What is't your honour will command, Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, And that his lady mourns at his disease :
May show her duty, and make known her love? Persuade him, that he hath been lunatick;
And then — with kind embracements, tempting And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams,
kisses, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
And with declining head into his bosom, This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs ;
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd It will be pastime passing excellent,
To see her noble lord restor'd to health, If it be husbanded with modesty.
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: part,
And if the boy hath not a woman's gift, As he shall think, by our true diligence,
To rain a shower of commanded tears, He is no less than what we say he is.
An onion will do well for such a shift; Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Which in a napkin being close conveyed, And each one to his office, when he wakes.
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. (Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : – Anon I'll give thee more instructions. (Erit Servant.
(Exit Servant Belike, some noble gentleman : that means, I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman :
I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband; Re-enter a Servant.
And how my men will stay themselves from How now? who is it?
An it please your honour, When they do homage to this simple peasárií. Players that offer service to your lordship.
I'll in to counsel them : baply, my presence
May well abate their over-merry spleen,
(Ereunt. Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour.
SCENE II. – A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our
Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attendduty.
ants; some with apparel, others with bason, euer, Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I re
and other appurlenances. Enter LORD, dressed member,
like a servant. Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; - Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup
of I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
sack ? Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.
2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to Lord. 'Tis very true; - thou didst it excellent. –
day? Well, you are come to me in happy time;
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honout, The rather for I have some sport in hand,
nor lordship : I never drank sack in my life ; and if Wherein your cunning can assist me much. you give me any conserves, give me conserves There is a lord will hear you play to-night : beef : Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear : for I But I am doubtful of your modesties ;
have no more doublets than backs, no more sterling Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,
ings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; navy (For yet his honour never heard a play,
sometimes, more feet than shocs, or such shoes You break into some merry passion,
my toes look through the overleather. And so offend him ; for I tell you, sirs,
Lord. Heaven ccase this idle humour in your If you should smile, he grows impatient.
honour! i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our O, that a mighty man of such descent, selves,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Were he the veriest antick in the world.
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Sim. What, would you make me mad? Am not | O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; 0, that once more you knew but what you are ! by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by These fifteen years you have been in a dream ; trakmutation a bear-herd, and now by present pro Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. acon a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. nike of Wincot, if she know me not : if she say IBut did I never speak of all that time? a not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words :store me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, What, I am not bestraught: Here's
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; 1&r. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. And rail upon the hostess of the house ; 2 Sera. O, this it is that makes your servants And say, you would present her at the leet, droop.
Because she brought stone jugs and no scal'd quarts: Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. your house,
Sly. Ay, the woman's inaid of the house. As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
maid ; Call horne thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Nor no cuch men, as you have reckon'd up, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams; As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; Esch in his office ready at thy heck.
And twenty more such names and men as these, Wikt thou have musick ? hark! Apollo plays,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
(Musick. Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! And twenty caged nightingales do sing :
All. Amen. Of wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Sfter and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
' Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. | Sav, thou wilt walk: we will bestrew the ground: Page. How fares my noble lord ?
Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
her ? Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Tar hounds shall make the welkin answ
husband? And fetch shrill echoes from the bollow earth. My men should call me-lord ; I am your goodman. 1 Sete. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and as swift
husband; As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
I am your wife in all obedience. 9. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? thee straight
Lord. Madam. Adonis, painted by a running brook :
Sly. Al’ce madam, or Joan madam ? And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;
Lord. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
Jadlies. Ered as the waving sedges play with wind.
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd Lørd. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ;
and slept And how she was beguiled and surpriz’d,
Above some fifteen year and more. As lively painted as the deed was done.
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; 3&ta. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Being all this time abandon’d from your bed.
Sly. 'Tis much; Servants, leave me and her Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds:
alone. And at that sight hall sad Apollo weep,
Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. So workman's the blood and tears are drawn. Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, Lad. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: To pardon me yet for a night or two; Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Or, if not so, until the sun be set : Than any woman in this waning age.
For your physicians have expressly charg'd, 1 Sere. And, till the tears that she hath shed for In peril to incur your foriner malady, ther,
That I should yet absent nie from your bed : like enrious floods o'er-ran her lovely face, I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. She was the fairest creature in the world ;
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so And yet she is inferior to none.
long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams Siege Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady ? again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh Or do I dreamn, or have I dream'd till now? and the blood. I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :
Enter a Servant. Lipsa my life, I am a lord, indeed ;
Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amende And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.
ment, Well , bring our lady hither to our sight;
Are come to play a pleasant comedy, And once again, & pot o'the smallest ale.
For so your doctors hold it very meet; 2&Tr. Will'e please your mightiness to wash Seeing too much sadness bath congeald your blool, Four hands?
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, (Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Sly. What, houshold stuff?
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it : Is not a Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling- by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er trick ?
(They sit down. Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing stuff.
SCENE I. — Padua. A publick Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and Tranio. Luc. Tranio, since - for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all ; Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds : And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness" By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd. Tal me thy mind : for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come ; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue your resolve, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue, and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd : Talk logick with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetorick in your common talk : Musick and poesy use to quicken you ; The mathematicks, and the metaphysicks, Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you : No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ;In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness; And take a lodging, fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget. But stay awhile : What company is this?
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. Enter Baptista, KATHARINA, Bianca, Gremio, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
If either of you both love Katharina,
Gre. To cart her rather : She's too rough for There, there Hortensio, will you any wife ?
Kath. I pray you, sir, [to Bar.) is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that ? no
mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Kath. I'faith,
' sir, you shall never need to fear ;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Tra. Well said, master ; mum! and gaze your fill.
Kath. A pretty peat ! 'tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Why, will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd: Go in, Bianca.
[Erit Blanca And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. - If you, Hortensio, Or signior Gremio, you, – krow any such, Prefer them hither ; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing-up; Aud so farewell. Katharina you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. [E Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too ; May
Redine le coptum quam queas minimo.
Tre. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Perhaus vou mark'd not what's the pith of all.
, shall I be appointed hours ; as though, belike, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
Erit. Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how
Fer. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I I pray, awake, sir ; If you love the maid,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advis'd, he took some care
, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?
Luc. I have it, Tranio.
Master, for my hand,
You will be schoolmaster,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
It is : May it be done?
Tra. Not possible ; For who shall bear your part,
. "Faith, as you say, there's small choice in And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ?
youngest free for a hus. We have not yet been seen in any house ;
. lam agreed : and 'would I had given him the Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should :
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so: - Tranio, at once
, he waits on thee ;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
L. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;
(For so your father charg'd me at our parting;
Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,
Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,)
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I love Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves :
And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded eye.
Here comes the rogue. - Sirrah, where have you
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ?
Luc. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest,
And therefore frame your inanners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Afection is not rated from the heart :
as the daughter of Agenor had,