DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
A Lord.
Christopher Sly,
a Drunken Tinker.

Persons in the
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other

Induction.
Servants attending on the Lord.
Baptista, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
Vincentío, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
Luceutio, Son to Vincentio, in Love with Bianca.
Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Katharina
Gremio,

Suitors to Bianca.
Hortensio,
Tranio,
Biondello,

Servants to Lucentio.
Grumio,
Cartis,

Servants to Petruchio.
Pedant, an old Fellow set up to personate Vincentio.

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Katharina, tekster.ew : } Daughters to Baptista.

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Widow.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and

Petruchio.
SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's

House in the Country.

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To the Original Play of The Taming of the Shrew, entered on the
Stationers' Books in 1594, and printed in quarto in 1607.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.
A Lord, &c.
Sly,

Characters in the Induction.
A Tapster.
Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c.
Alphonsus, a Merchant of Athens.
Jerobel, Duke of Cestus:
Aurelius, his Son,
Ferando,

Suitors to the Daughters of Alphonsus.
Polidor,
Valeria, Servant to Aurelius.
Sander, Servant to Ferando.
Phylotus, a Merchant who personates the Duke.
Kate,
Emelia,
Phylema,
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando and Alphonsus.

SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country House,

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Daughters to Alphonsus.

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INDUCTION.

SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

Enter Hostess and Sly.
Sly.
I'll

pheese you, in faith.
Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
Sly. 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 barst?

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy ;-
Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Host. Í 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

Huntsmen and Servants.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
Brach Merriman,--the poor cur is emboss'd, [hounds:
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
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.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
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,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
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1 Hun. I will, my lord.

[he breathe? Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, dotle

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm’d This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.[with ale,

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise 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 brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
2 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 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 honour will command?
Let one attend him with a silver bason,
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:
Pursuade 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.

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1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you we'll play our part, As he shall think, by our true diligence, He is no less than what we say he is.

Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him ; And each one to his office when he wakes.

[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.
How now? who is it?
Serv.

An it please your honour,
Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near :

Enter Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour. 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, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means.. Lord. 'Tis very true;—thou didst it excellent.-Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night : But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour (For yet his honour never heard a play), You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient.

i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.