PERSONS REPRESENTed. A Lord. Christopher Sly, a drunken tinker, 1 Persons in tion, Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, the Induc and other servants attending on the Lord. the Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua. Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio. Katharina, the Shrew; Bianca, her sister, Widow. Daughters to Baptista. Tailor, Haberdasher, and, Servants attending. on Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country. TAMING OF THE SHREW. INDUCTION. SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath., Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith. 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 burst? Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says 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. Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants. Lord. Huntsmen, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd, 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: Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as flcet, 1 Hun. I will, my Lord. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? 2 Hun. He breathes, my Lord: Were he not warm'd with ale, 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 practise on this drunken man. — What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, 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 Then take him up, and manage well the jest: To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Say, What is it your Honour will command? Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; 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; And, when he says he is, say, that he dreams, This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs; It will be pastime passing excellent, If it be husbanded with modesty. 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. |