GREMIO, HORTENSIO, Suitors to Bianca. GRUMIO, CURTIS, Servants to Petruchio Pedant, set up to personate Vincentio. KATHARINA, the Shrew, Į Daughters to Bap- Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE.-Sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in PETRUCHIO's House in the Country. Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Host. I know my remedy: I must go fetch the third-borough. [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. Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: 16 Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd, And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. A most delicious banquet by his bed, 41 First Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Sec. Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd. Lord. Even as a flattering dream or worth less fancy. 44 Then take him up and manage well the jest. Procure me music ready when he wakes, Some one be ready with a costly suit, dreams, 57 60 -say that he And call him 'madam,' do him obeisance. 112 As he shall think, by our true diligence, 116 Wherein your lady and your humble wife kisses, 120 124 And with declining head into his bosom, Anon I'll give thee more instructions. 128 [Exit Servant. I know the boy will well usurp the grace, When they do homage to this simple peasant. [Exeunt. Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honour, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet: nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour! O, that a mighty man, of such descent, 13 16 Sly. What! would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son, of Burtonheath; by birth a pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught: here's First Serv. O! this it is that makes your lady 72 Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak; I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things: Upon my life, I am a lord indeed; And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. Sec. Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? 76 [Servants present a ewer, basin, and O, how we joy to see your wit restor❜d! nap. 84 But did I never speak of all that time? words; 88 For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Page. Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband? SCENE I.-Padua. A public Place. Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO. Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had My men should call me lord: I am your good-To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, man. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband; I am your wife in all obedience. 108 Sly. I know it well. What must I call her? Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? 112 Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd And slept above some fifteen year or more. Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. 117 Sly. 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone. 121 Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. 124 Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams again: I will therefore tarry, in spite of the flesh and the blood. Enter a Servant. 4 8 13 I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your Or so devote to Aristotle's checks amendment, 20 24 28 Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? 88 Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? 56 Kath. [To BAPTISTA.] I pray you, sir, 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. 60 Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear: I wis it is not half way to her heart; us! 92 Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv❜d. Go in, Bianca. [Exit BIANCA. And for I know she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal 96 To mine own children in good bringing up; And so, farewell. Katharina, you may stay; 100 For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit. Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too; may I not? Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,-that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,-to labour and effect one thing specially. Gre. What's that, I pray? 120 Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Gre. I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so 76 very a fool to be married to hell? Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. 128 Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your |