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WITTIE and PLEASANT
The Taming of the SHREW.
As it was acted
By his Maiesties Seruants at the Blacke
Friers and the Globe.
Written by WILL. SHAKESPEARE.
Printed by W. S. for Iohn Smethwicke, and are to be sold at his Shop in Saint Dunstones Church-yard
vnder the Diall. 1631.
* There was an Edition of this Comedy printed
by V. S. for Nich. Ling, 1607. There is scarce a Line of this the same with the present Play, yet the Plot and Scenery scarce differ at all from it.
Vide Warburton's Tables.
Le pheeze you infaith.
Hoft. A paire of stockes you rogue.
Beg. Yare a baggage, the Slies are no rogues. Looke in the Chronicles, wee came in with Richard Conqueror : therefore Paucas pallabris, let the world side : Seffa.
Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Beg. No, not a deniere : goe by Ieronimie, goe to thy cold bed, and warme thee.
Hot. I know my remedie, I must goe fetch the head. borough.
Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift borough, Ile answere him by law. Ile not budge an inch boy: let him come and kindly.
Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.
Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender well my hounds,
Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my lord,
And twice to day pick'd out the dullest seat,
Lord. Thou art a foole, if Eccho were as fleete,
Hunts. I will my lord.
Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See doth he breath :
2 Hun. He breath's my lord.' Were he not warm’d with ale, this were a bed but cold to sleepe so foundly.
Lord. Oh mounstrous beast, how like a swine he lyes.
i Hunts. Belceue me lord, I thinke hee cannot choose.
Lord. Euen as a flat'ring dreame, or worthles fancie.