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•The TAMING OP the Shrew' was first printed in the silence before those who had given them life; and, folio collection of Shakspere's Plays in 1623. In 1594 although England was then called the “paradise of “A plesant conceited Historie called the Taming of a women," and, as opposed to the treatment of horses, Shrew' was printed. This play, it is thought, preceded they were treated “obsequiously,” husbands thought Shakspere's "Taming of the Shrew. This comedy of that “ taming,” after the manner of Petrucio, by oaths some unknown author opens with an Induction, the and starvation, was a commendable fashion. characters of which are a Lord, Slie, a Tapster, Page, We are—the happier our fortune-living in an age Players, and Huntsinen. The incidents are precisely when this practice of Petrucio is not universally conthe same as those of the play which we call Shakspere's. sidered orthodox; and we owe a great deal to him who The scene of “The Taming of a Shrew' is laid at has exhibited the secrets of the “ taming school" with Athens; that of Shakspere's at Padua. The Athens of so much spirit in this comedy, for the better belief of the one and the Padua of the other are resorts of learn- our age, that violence is not to be subdued by violence. ing. Alfonso, a merchant of Athens, (the Baptista of Pardon be for him, if, treading in the footsteps of some Shakspere,) has three daughters, Kate, Emelia, and predecessor whose sympathies with the peaceful and Phylema. Aurelius, son of the Duke of Cestus (Sestos), the beautiful were immeasurably inferior to his own, is enamoured of one, Polidor of another, and Ferando and sacrificing something to the popular appetite, he (the Petrucio of Shakspere) of Kate, the Shrew. The should have made the husband of a froward woman merchant hath sworn, before he will allow his two “kill her in her own humour," and bring her upon her younger daughters to be addressed by suitors, that knees to the abject obedience of a revolted but penitent “ His eldest daughter first shall be espous'd."

slave: The wooing of Kate by Ferando is exactly in the same

“ A foul contending rebel, spirit as the wooing by Petrucio; so is the marriage;

And graceless traitor to her loving lord." 80 the lenten entertainment of the bride in Ferando's Pardon for him? If there be one reader of Shakspere, country-house; so the scene with the Tailor and Haber- and especially if that reader be a female, who cherishes dasher; so the prostrate obedience of the tamed Shrew. unmixed indignation when Petrucio, in his triumph, The under-plot, however, is different. But all parties exclaims are ultimately happy and pleased ; and the comedy

" He that knows better how to tame a shrew, euds with the wager, as in Shakspere, about the obe

Now let him speak"Jience of the several wives. This undoubted resem- we would say,—the indignation which you feel, and in blance involves some necessity for conjecture, with very which thousands sympathise, belongs to the age in little guide from evidence. The first and most obvious which you live; but the principle of justice, and of hypothesis is, that “The Taming of a Shrew' was an justice to women above all, from which it springs, has older play than Shakspere's; and that he borrowed from been established, more than by any other lessons of that comedy. But we propose another theory. Was human origin, by him who has now moved your anger. there not an older play than “The Taming of a Shrew,' It is to him that woman owes, more than to any other which furnished the main plot, some of the characters, human authority, the popular elevation of the feminine and a small part of the dialogue, both to the author of character, by the most matchless delineations of its *The Taming of a Shrew' and the author of “The purity, its faith, its disinterestedness, its tenderness, its Taming of the Shrew?' This play we may believe, heroism, its union of intellect and sensibility. It is he without any violation of fact or probability, to have that, as long as the power of influencing mankind by been used as the rude material for both authors to work high thoughts, clothed in the most exquisite langnage, upon. Whether the author or improver of the play shall endure, will preserve the ideal elevation of women printed in 1594 be Marlowe or Greene (to each of whom pure and unassailable from the attacks of coarseness or the comedy has been assigned), there can be little ques libertinism,—ay, and even from the degradation of the tion as to the characteristic superiority of Shakspere's example of the crafty and worldly-miuded of their work.

own sex :—for it is be that has delineated the ingemious But there is a third theory—that of Tieck—that “The and trusting Imogen, the guileless Perdita, the impasTaming of a Shrew' was a youtiful work of Shakspere sioned Juliet, the heart-stricken but loving Desdemona, himself. To our minds that play is totally different the generous and courageous Portia, the unconquerable from the imagery and the versification of Shakspere. Isabella, the playful Rosalind, the world-unknowing

Shakspere’s ‘Taming of the Shrew' was produced in Miranda. Shakspere may have exhibited one froward a “taming" age. Men tamed each other by the axe woman wrongly tamed; but who can estimate the and the fagot; parents tamed their children by the rod number of those from whoin his all-penetrating influ. and the ferule, as they stood or kuelt in trembling ence has averted the curse of being froward ?




BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.

BIONDELLO, servant to Lucentio.
Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.
Act IV. SC. 4. Act V. sc. 1; se. 2.

Appears, Act I. sc. I; sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1. Act II 1. sc. 2.

Act IV. sc. 2, sc. 4. Act. V. sc. 1 ; sc. 2.
VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa.

Grumio, servant to Petrucio.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 5. Act V. se. 1 ; sc. 2.

Appears, Act I. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 2. Act IV. sc. 1; $c. 3.

Act V. sc. 2.
LCCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.
Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act II. sc. I. Act III. sc. 1 ;

Curtis, servant to Petrucio. $e. 2. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. l; sc. 2.

Appears, Act IV. sc. 1. PETRucio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio Katharina.

Appears Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc 1; sc. 2. 4ppears, Aet I. sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2. Act IV. KATHARINA, the shrew, daughter to Baptista. se. l; se. 3; sc. 5. Act V. sc. l; sc. 2.

Appears. Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2. Act IV GREMIO, a suitor to Bianca.

sc.); sc. 3; sc: 5. Act V. sc. 1; 2. 2. Appeers, Act I. sc. 1 ; sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2. BIANCA, sister to Katharina, and daughter to Act V. sc. I; sc. 2.

HORTENSIO, a suitor to Bianca.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2.

Act IV. sc. 2. Act V. sc. l; sc. 2. Appears, Act I. se !; sc.2. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; 2 Act IV. se. 2 ; se. 3; sc. 5. Act V. sc. 2.


Appears, Act V. sc. 2.
TRANIO, servant to Lucentio.
Appears, Aet I. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act 11. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on
Act IV. se. 2; se. 4. Act V. sc. l; sc. 2.

Baptista and Petrucio.


A Lord.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants.


SCENE 1.- Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his

Enter Hostess and Sly.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Sly. I 'll pneese you, in faith.

hounds : Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Bracho Merriman,—the poor cur is emboss’d; Sy. I are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues : Look And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Sawist thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Therefore, paucas pallabris ; 6 let the world slide : At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord, burt fe

He cried upon it at the merest loss, Sly. No, not a denier : Go—by S. Jeronimy-Go to And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent : thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third- Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, borough.

[Exit. I would esteem him worth a dozen such. Sly

. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I 'll answer But sup them well, and look unto them all; him by law:I'll not budge an inch, boy ; let him come, To-morrow I intend to hunt again. and kindly. (Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. 1 Hun. I will, my lord. . Pheese. Gifford affirms that this is a common word in the

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk ? See,

doth he breathe ? west of England, meaning to beat, to chastise, to humble. • Pavons pallabris-poens pallabras, few words, as they have 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord : Were he not wanna ja Sprin. 'Sessa, in the same way, is the cessa of the Spaniards

with ale, • Berst-broken.

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. • Thirdborough-a petty constable-appears, in recent times, * Brach. In •Lear' Shakspere uses this word as indicating to have been peculiar to Warwickshire: "There are in several a dog of a particular species. But he in other places employs sasties of this realm other officers; that is, by other titles, but it in the way indicated in an old book on sports, - - The Gentle est mach tatenor to our constables; as, in Warwickshire, a man's Recreation.'—" A brach is a mannerly-name for all houvel terdorongt.."

-be guiet.


Lord. O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies! But I am doubtful of your modesties; Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

(For yet his honour never heard a play,) What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,

You break into some merry passion, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, A most delicious banquet by his bed,

If you should smile, he grows impatient. And brave attendants near him when he wakes,

i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our Would not the beggar then forget himself?

selves, I Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Were he the veriest antic in the world. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, wak'd.

And give them friendly welcome every one: Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. | Let them want nothing that my house affords. Then take him up, and manage well the jest :

[Exeunt Servant and Players, Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page, [To a Servant. And hang it round with all my wanton pictures :

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters,

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet : And call him madam, do him obeisance. Procure me music ready when he wakes,

Tell him from me, as he will win my love, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;

He bear himself with honourable action, And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,

Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies And, with a low submissive reverence,

Unto their lords, by them accomplished : Say,—What is it your honour will command ?

Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Let one attend him with a silver bason,

With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;

And say,–What is 't your honour will command, Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, And say,–Will 't please your lordship cool your May show her duty, and make known her love ! hands?

And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses, Some one be ready with a costly suit,

And with declining head into his bosom, And ask him what apparel he will wear ;

Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd Another tell him of his hounds and horse,

To see her noble lord restor'd to health, And that his lady mourns at his disease :

Who, for this seven years, hath esteemed him
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;

No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
And, when he says he is " say, that he dreams, And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

To rain a shower of commanded tears,
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;

An onion will do well for such a shift; It will be pastime passing excellent,

Which in a napkin being close convey'd, If it be husbanded with modesty.

Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; As he shall think, by our true diligence,

Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Exit Servant. He is no less than what we say he is.

I know the boy will well usurp the grace, Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him ; Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : And each one to his office, when he wakes.

I long to hear him call the drunkard husband ; [Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, Sirrah, go see what trumpet 't is that sounds :

When they do homage to this simple peasant.

[Exit Servant. I 'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence Belike, some noble gentleman, that means,

May well abate the over-merry spleen, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exzunt. Re-enter a Servant. How now? who is it?

SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. Serv.

An 't please your honour, players, Sly is discovered in a rich night-goun, with AttendThat offer service to your lordship. Lord.

Bid them come near.

ants; some with apparel, others with bason, ever,

and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like Enter Players.

a servant. Now, fellows, you are welcome.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. Players.

We thank your honour. Serv. Will 't please your lordship drink a cup of Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?

sack? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. 2 Serv. Will 't please your honour taste of these Lord. With all my heart,—This fellow I remember,

conserves ? Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day? "T was where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: Sly. I am Christophero Sly. Call not me honour, I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part

nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if Was aptly fitted, and naturally performd.

you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beel: 1 Play. I think, 't was Soto that your honour means. Ne'er ask me what raiment I 'll wear; for I have no

Lord. 'T is very true ;-thou didst it excellent.- more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, Well, you are come to me in happy time;

nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometime, more feet The rather for I have some sport in hand,

than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

overleather. There is a lord will hear you play to-night :

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!

(), that a mighty man of such descent, * And, when he says he is --. The dash is here clearly intended of such possessions, and so bigh esteem, to indicate a blank. It is as if the lord had said, “ And when he should be infused with so foul a sporit! says he is So and So," when he tells his name. į kindly-naturally.

Sly. What! would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son, of Burton-heath;a by 2 Serv. Will 't please your mightiness to wash you: birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by trans- hands? mutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. tinker! Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Win- o, how we joy to see your wit restor’d! cat,s if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen 0, that once more you knew but what you are! pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the These fifteen years you have been in a dream; lyinget knare in Christendom. What! I am not be- Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. straught. Here 's

Sly. These fifteen years? by my fay, a goodly I Sere. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn.

nap. 2 Serr. O, this it is that makes your servants But did I never speak of all that time? droop.

1 Serv. O yes, my lord; but very idle words :Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, house,

Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door; As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

And rail upon the hostess of the house; O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

And say, you would present her at the leet, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts :" And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.

Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Look box thy servants do attend on thee,

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Fach in his office ready at thy beck.

3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Music.

maid, And twenty caged rightingales do sing :

Nor no such men as you have reckon'd

up, Or wilt thou sleep! we 'll have thee to a ccuch, As Stephen Sly, and Old John Naps of Greece, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

And twenty more such names and men as these, Say, tbou wilt walk: we will bestrew the ground:

Which never were, nor no man ever saw. 0:"silt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.

All. Amen.
Dast thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt ?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

Page. How fares my noble lord ? I Sere. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. as swift

Where is my wife? As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

Page. Here, noble lord. What is thy will with 2 Sert. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee

her ? straight

Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me hus. Adonis, painted by a running brook;

band? And Cytherea all in sedges hid,

My men should call me lord; I am your goodman. Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and Eren as the waving sedges play with wind.

husband; Lord. We 'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ; I am your wife in all obedience. And how she was beguiled and surpris d,

Sly. I know it well : What must I call her ? As lively painted as the deed was done.

Lord. Madam. 3 Sere. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?

Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds :

ladies. And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

And slept above some fifteen year or more. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Than any woman in this waning age.

Sly. *T is much. Servants, leave me and her 1 Sert. And, till the tears that she hath shed for

alone. thee,

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Like envious floods o'er-ran her lovely face,

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you She was the fairest creature in the world ;

To pardon me yet for a night or two;
And yet she is inferior to none.

Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Or do I dream, or have I dream'd till now?

In peril to incur your former malady,
I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak;

That I should yet absent me from your bed : I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. Cpan my life, I am a lord, indeed;

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.

long. But I would be loth to fall into my dreams Well , bring our lady hither to our sight;

again. I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and And, cace again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

the blood. " Barton-on-the-Heath is a small village on the borders of

Enter a Servant. Warwickshire and Oxfordshire. In Domesday Book,' according ta Dagdale, it is written Bertone--so that the Burton of the Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amend. at tay be correct.

ment, We believe that in this passage, as in Henry IV., Part II,' le place to which Shakspere alludes is the hamlet of Wilme

Are come to play a pleasant comedy, esanciently Wylmyrcote, about three miles to the north of For so your doctors hold it very meet : Stalkord, in the parish of Aston-Cantlos. Wilmecote is a straszhag village with a few old houses, amongst whose se- * At the lect, or court-leet, of a manor, the jury presented elated fields cer poet, no doubt, passed many of his boyish those who used false weights and measures; and, amongst

others, those who, like the " fat ale-wife of Wincot,” used jug * Bestraught, syuonymous with distraught, distracted

of irregular capacity instead of the sealed or licoused quart.


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