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BAPTISTA: A RICH GENTLEMAN OF PADUA.
VINCENTIO: AN OLD GENTLEMAN OF PISA.

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TAILOR, HABERDASHER, AND SERVANTS ATTENDING

ON BAPTISTA AND PETRUCHIO.

SCENE-Padua; Petruchio's House.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

THE INDUCTION

SCENE I. A Hedge-Tavern on a Heath.

Enter Hostess and SLY.

SLY. I'll pheeze you,' in faith.

HOST. A pair of stocks, you Rogue!

SLY. Y'are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in
the Chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!3
HOST. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ?
SLY. No; not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy
cold bed, and warm thee.

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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."
[falls asleep.

Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting,

with his Train.

LORD. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

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Trash Merriman-the poor cur is emboss'd;"

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.8

Saw'st thou not, Boy, how Silver made it good'

At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

FIRST HUN. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord; 20
He cried1o 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.

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2 (slang) for pocas palabras='dry up.'

3 (slang)='trot!' 'outside!'

5 aptly, here and now. stay, slow down (by means of a trailing thong).

7 foaming with exertion, over-run.

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bitch.

9 picked up the scent.

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gave tongue.

INDUC. LORD. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,

Sc. I

I would esteem him worth a dozen such.

But sup them well, and look unto them all :
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

FIRST HUN. I will, my Lord.

LORD. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he

breathe?

SEC. HUN. He breathes, my Lord.

with ale,

Were he not warm'd

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This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
LORD. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
Grim Death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise1 on this drunken man.
What think you: if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,

A most delicious banquet by his bed,

And brave2 attendants near him when he wakes:
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

FIRST HUN. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot choose.
SEC. HUN. It would seem strange unto him when he
wak'd.

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 in 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

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Say What is it your Honour will command?

Let one attend him with a silver basin

Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd 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:

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