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Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes ?

Is't real, that I see? Dia. Do you know, he promised me marriage ? Hel.

No, my good lord; Par. 'Faith, I know more than I'll speak.

'Tis but the shadow of a wife you sec, King. But wilt thou not speak all thou know'st? The name, and not the thing. Par. Yes, so please your majesty; I did go be- Ber.

Both, both; 0, pardon! tween them, as I said; but more than that, he loved Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, her.-sor, indeed, he was mad for her, and Lalked or I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, Satan, and of limbo, and of furies, and I know not And, look you, here's your letter ; This it says, whal: yet I was in that credit with them at that When from my finger you can gel this ring, time, that I knew of their going to bed : and of And are by me with child, &c_This is done : other motions, as promising her marriage, and Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? things that would derive me ill will to speak of, Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know this therefore I will not speak what I know.

clearly, King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless thou I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. canst say they are married : But thou art too fine Hel. Is it appear not plain, and prove untrue, in thy evidence: therefore stand aside.

Deadly divorce step between me and you! This ring, you say, was yours ?

0, my dear mother, do I see you living ? Dia.

Ay, my good lord. Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon: King. Where did you buy it? or who gave it you ? |--Good Tom Drum, (To Parolles.) lend me a Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not buy it. handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait'on me home, King. Who lent it you?

I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, Dia.

It was not lent me neither. they are scurvy ones. King. Where did you find it then?

King. Let us from point to point this story know, Dia.

I found it not. To make the even truth in pleasure flow:King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, ir thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, How could you give it him ?

(7o Diana, I never gave it him. Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower ; Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she For I can guess, that, by the honest aid, goes off and on at pleasure.

Thou kept'st a wise herself, thyself a maid.King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first wife. or that, and all the progress, more and less, Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I know. Resolvedly more leisure shall express :

King. Take her away, I do not like her now: All yet seems well; and if it end so meet, To prison with her: and away with him.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Unless thou tell'st me where thou hadst this ring,

(Flourisha Thou diest within this hour.

Advancing. Dia.

I'll never tell you. King. Take her away.

The king's a beggar, now the play is done : Dia.

I'll put in bail, my liege. All is well-ended, if this suit be soon, King. I think thee now some common customer. That you express content ; which we will pay, Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.

With strife to please you, day exceeding day: King. Wherefore hast thou accus’d him all this Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts ;' while ?

Your genlle hands lend us, and lake our hearls. Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty;

(Exeunt, He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life; I am either maid, or else this old man's wife.

This play has many delightful scenes, thouga

(Pointing to Lafeu. not sufficiently probable; and some happy characKing. She does abuse our ears; to prison with ters, though not new, nor produced by any deep her.

knowledge of human nature. Parolles is a boaster Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.–Stay, royal and a coward, such as has always been the sport

[Exit Widow. of the stage, but perhaps never raised more laughThe jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for,

ter or contempt than in the hands of Shakspeare. And he shall surety me. But for this lord,

I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram; a man Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,

noble without generosity, and young without Though yet he never harm'd

me, here I quit him : truth; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves He knows himself, my bed he hath defild;

her as a profligate : when she is dead by his un. And at that time he got his wife with child': kindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is acDead though she be, she feels her young one kick ; cused by a woman whom he has wronged,

defends So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:

himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness. And now behold the meaning.

The story of Bertram and Diana had been told

before of Mariana and Angelo, and, to confess the Re-enter Widow, with Helena. truth, scarcely merited to be heard a second time. King.

JOHNSON. Is there no exorcist (1) Too artful. Common woman.

(5) i. e. Hear us without interruption, and take 13) Owns,


our parts, that is, support and defend us,

sir ;



A Lord.

CIARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION. Christopher Sly, a drunken tinker. Persons in Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, the Induc- To the Original Play of The Taming of a Shreie, and other Servants altending on tion.

entered on the Stationers' books in 1594, and the Lord.

printed in quarto in 1607.

A Lord, f.c. Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua.

Sly. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa.

A Tapsler. Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.

Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

suitors to Bianca.


Alphonsus, a merchant of Athens.

Jerobel, Duke of Cestus. Grumio, } servanls lo Pelruchio.

Aurelius, his son, suitors to the daughters of low Curtis, Pedani, an old fellow set up to personale Vincentic. Polidor,


Valeria, servant lo Aurelius. Katharina, the Shrew, ?

Sander, serrant in Ferando. Bianca, her sister, daughters lo Baptista.

Phylotus, a merchant who personates the Duke. Widow,


daughters to Alphonsus. Tailor, Ilaberdasher, and Servants, allending on

Baptista and Petruchio,

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants lo Ferando and

Alphonsus. Sccnc, soinetimes in Padun, and sometimes in Pe- Scene, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country truchio's llouse in the Country.


Krondello, servants to Lucentio.




Winul horns. Enter a Lord froin hunting, mouth

Huntsmen and Servants. SCENE I.-- Before a Alchouse on a leath. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, lender well my Enter Hostess and Sly.

hounds: Brach' Merriman,-the poor cur is embossid,

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouthi'd brach. I'lí plecse' you, in faith.

Saist thou not, boy, how Silver made it good

At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
S!. Y'are a bagoage; The Slics are no rogues :
Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard He cried upon it at the merest loss,

illun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ;let the And i wiec to-day pick'd out the dullest scent : world slide: Sessa !3

Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Host. You will not pay for the glassts you have Lord, Thou art a fool; if Echo were as flect, burst ?

I would estecin him worth a dozen such. Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy ;-But sup them well, and look unto them all; Go to thy cold bed, and warın thee.

To-morrow I intend to hunt again. Hosl. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the

1 Hun. I will, my lord. thirdborough.

TExit. Lord. What's here? one dead, o: drunk? Set, Sly: Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an

doth hc breathe? swer" him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy; let

2 Hun. Hc breathes, my lord: Were he not him come, and kindly.

warm'd with ale, (Lics down on the ground, and falls asleep. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly,

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swinc he (1) Beat or knock. (2) Few words.

lies! (3) Be quiet.

(4) Broke.

Grim death, how soul and loathsome is thine image! (5) This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or (6) An officer whosc authority equals a constable. the Spanish Tragedy.

(7) Bitch.

(8) Strained.

Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. Whercin your coming can assist me much.
What think you, it he were convey'd to bed, There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his lingers, But I am doubilul of your modesties;
À most delicious banquet by his bed,

Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour
And brave attendants near him when he wakes, (For yet his honour never heard a play,)
Would not the beggar then forget himself? You break into some merry passion,
| Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot And so oftend him; for I tell you, sirs,

If you should smile, he grows impatient. 2 Hun. It would scem strange unto him when i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our he wak'd.

selves, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless Were he the veriest antic in the world. fancy.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, Then take hiin up, and manage well the jest:- And give them friendly welcome every one: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, Let them want nothing that my house afioris.--And hang it round with all my wanton pictures :

[Ereunt Servant and Players. Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,

Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet :

[To a Servant. Procure me music ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And, with a low submissive reverence,

And call him-madam, do him obeisance, Say,--What is it your honour will command ?

Tell him from me (as he will win my love,) Let one attend him with a silver bason,

He bear himself with honourable action, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;

Such as he hath obsery'd in noble ladies Another bear the ewer,' the third a diaper, a

Unto their lords, by them accomplished: And say, - Will’t please your lordship cool your With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy,

Such duty to the drunkard let him do, hands? Some one be ready with a costly suit,

And say,-What is't your honour will command, And ask him what apparel he will wear;

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, Another tell him of his hounds and horse,

May show her duty, and make known her love? And that his lady mourns at his disease:

and then-with kind embracements, tempting Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic;


And with declining head into his bosom,-
And, when he says he is, say, that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
This do, and do it kindly,' gentle sirs;

To see her noble lord restor'd to health, It will be pastime passing excellent,

Who, for twice seven years, hath csteemned him li it be husbanded with modesty.*

No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our and if the boy have not a woman's gift,

To rain a shower of commanded tears, part, As he shall think, by our true diligence,

An onion will do well for such a shilt: He is no less than what we say he is.

Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him ; see this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ,

Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. And each one to his oflice, when he wakes.-

[Some bear out 'Sly. Alrumpet sounds. Anon I'll give thee more instructions.Sirrah, go see what trumpet'tis that sounds :

[Eail Servant, (Exil Servant. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Voice, gnit, and action of a gentlewoman : Travelling some journey, to repose him here.- I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband;

And how my men will stay themselves from Re-enler a Servant.

laughter, How now ? who is it?

When they do homage to this simple peasant. Serv.

An it please your honour, I'll in to counsel them: haply,” my presence Players that offer service to your lordship.

May well abate the over-merry spleen, Lord. Bid them come near :

Which otherwise would grow into extremes.

[Ereunt. Enter Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcomc. SCE.VE II. Bedchamber in the Lord's house. 1 Play. We thank your honour.

Sly is discovered in a rich nightgown, svilh al

tendants ; some with apparel, others wilh bason, Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our

ever, and other appurlenances. Enter Lord,

dressed like a Servant, duty. Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I re- Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. member,

i Serv. Will’t please your lordship drink a cup Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;

of sack? Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : 2 Serv. Will’t plrase your honour taste of these I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part

conserves ? Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour day?

Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-honour, Jord. 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excellent, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and Well

, you are come to me in happy time; if you give me any constrves, give me conserves The rather for I have some sport in hand, of becf: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for (1) Pitcher, (2) Napkin, (3) Naturally, (4) Moderation,

(5) Perhaps



I have no more doublets than backs, no more stock-|And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.ings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as And once again, a pot of the smallest ale. my toes look through the overleather.

2 Sero. Will't please your mightiness to wash 'Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your

your hands? honour !

(Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin, O, that a mighty man, of such descent,

O, how we joy to see your wit restord! of such possessions, and so high esteem, O, that once more you knew but what you are ! Should be infused with so soul a spirit!

These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. 1 Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath; bly. These fifteen years! by my fay,' a goodly by birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by nap. transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present But did I never speak of all that time? profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat I Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words :ale wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; score me up for the lyingest knare in Christendom. And rail upon the hostess of the house ; What, I am not bestraught:' Here's

And say, you would present her at the leet, : 1 Sero. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. Because she brought sione jugs and no seal'd quarts. 2 Serv. 6, this it is that makes your servants Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. droop.

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun 3 Serv. 'Why, sir, you know no house, nor no your house,

such maid ; As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, 0, noble lord, bethink thee of ihy birth;

As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And Peter Turl, and Henry Pimpernell; And banish hence these abject lowly dreams : And twenty more such names and men as these, Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Each in his office ready at thy beck.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! Wilt thou have music | hark! Apollo plays, . Amen.

(Music. Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. And twenty caged nightingales do sing :

Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendants. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Page. How fares my noble lord ? Solter and sweeter than the lustful bed

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

Where is my wise ? Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with her? Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.

husband ? Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman. Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

husband; And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. I am your wife in all obedience. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Sly. I know it well :—What must I call her ? are as swift

Lord. Madam. As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.


Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call thee straight

ladies. Adonis, painted by a running brook :

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;

and slept Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Above some finteen year and more. Even as the waving sedges play with wind. Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me:

Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ; Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,

Sly. "Tis much ;--Servants, leave me and her As lively painted as the deed was done.

alone. 3 Sero. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds: To pardon me yet for a night or two;
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Or, if not so, until the sun be set :
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. For your physicians have expressly charg'd,

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : In peril to incur your former malady,
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

That I should yet absent me from your bed: Than any woman in this waning age.

I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. I Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for, Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so thee,

long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams
Like envious foods, o'er-ran her lovely face, again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh
She was the fairest creature in the world ; and the blood.
And yet she is inferior to none.
Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady?

Enter a Servant.
Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now?
I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

amendment, Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;

Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

For so your doctors hold it very meet ; (1) Distracted, (2) Faith. () Court-leet. I Seeing too much sadness bath congeal'd your blood,


And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Enter Baptista, Katharina, Bianca, Gremio, and
Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio sland aside.
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

Baf. Gentlemen, importune me no further, Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not a

For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; commonty: a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-! That is not to bestow my youngest daughter,

Before I have a husband for the elder: Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing Because I know you well, and love you well,

If either of you both love Katharina, stuff. Sly. What, household stuff ?

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure, Page. It is a kind of history.

Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me : Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sitThere, there, Hortensio, will you any

wife ? by ny side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er

Kath. I pray you, sir, (To Bap:] is it your wile be younger.

They sit down. 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.

Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;

I wis, it is not half way to her heart :
But, if it were, doubt not her care should be

To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, SCENE I.Padua. A Public Place. Enter And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Lucentio and Tranio.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!

Gre. And me too, good Lord ! Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

toward ; I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. The pleasant garden of great Italy;

Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.
With his good will, and thy good company, Peace, Tranio.
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all;

Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your Here let us breathe, and happily institute

fill. A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,

Whai have I said, -Bianca, get you in: Gave me my being, and my father first,

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; A merchant of great traffic through the world,

For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

Kath. A pretty peat!' 'tis best Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, Put finger in the cye,-an she knew why. It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, My books, and instruments, shall be my company i Virtue, and that part of philosophy

On them to look, and practise by myself. Will I apply, that treats of happiness

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.


(Mside. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa lest,

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? And am to Padua come; as he that leaves Sorry am I, that our good will effects A shallow plash,' to plunge him in the deep, Bianca's grief. And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.


Why, will you mew' her up, Tra. Mi perdonate,* gentle master mine, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, I am in all affected as yourself;

And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Glad that you thus continue your resolve,

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Go in, Bianca.

(Exil Bianca. Only, good master, while we do admire

And for I know, she taketh most delight This virtue, and this moral discipline,

In music, instruments, and poetry, Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray:

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,

Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd .

Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such,
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, Prefer them hither; for to cunning'? men
And practice rhetoric in your common talk : I will be very kind, and liberal
Music and poesy use to quicken you;

To mine own children in good bringing-up;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you: For I have more to commune with Bianca.' (Exil. No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en;- Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; May I not? In brief, sír, study what you most affect. What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike,

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! IT, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

[Exit. We could at once put us in readiness;

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam ; your giftsis And take a lodging, fit to entertain

are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget. is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our But stay awhile: What company is this? nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's

Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. dough on both sides. Farewell :-Yet, for the love (1) For comedy. (2) Ingenuous, (7) A bait or decoy. (8) Think.

(9) Pet. 3) Small piece of water. 4 Pardon me, (10) Shut, (11) Recommend. 5) Harsh rules, (6) Animate, (12) Knowing, learned, (13) Endowmentar

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