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Dia.

I found it not. Is't real that I see?

King. If it were yours by none of all these ways, How could you give it him?

Dia.

I never gave it him. Laf. This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off and on at pleasure.

King. This ring was mine, I gave it his first
wife.
[know.
Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I
King. Take her away, I do not like her now;
To prison with her: and away with him.-
Unless thou tell'st mewhere thou hadst thisring,
Thou diest within this hour.
Dia.

I'll never tell you.
I'll put in bail, my liege.

King. Take her away.
Dia.

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I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring,
And, look you, here's your letter: This it says,
When from my finger you can get this ring,
And are by me with child, &c.-This is done:
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know
this clearly,

I'll love her dearly; ever, ever dearly.

Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove untrue, O, my dear mother, do I see you living?

King. I think thee now some common cus-Deadly divorce step between me and you! tomer.

Dia. By Jove, if ever I knew man, 'twas you.
King. Wherefore hast thou accused him all
this while?

Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not guilty.
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.
[Pointing to LAFEU.
King. She does abuse our ears; to prison with

her.

Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.- Stay,
royal sir;
[Exit Widow.
The jeweller that owes the ring is sent for,
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,
Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself,
Though yet he never harm'd me, here I quit him:
He knows himself my bed he hath defil'd;
And at that time he got his wife with child:
Dead though she be,she feels her young one kick;
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick:
And now behold the meaning.
Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.
King.
Is there no exorcist
Beguiles the truer office of mine eyes?

A Lord.

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon:-Good Tom Drum [To PAROLLES], lend me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. [know,

King. Let us from point to point this story
To make the even truth in pleasure flow:-
If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[To DIANA.
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.-
Of that, and all the progress, more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express;
All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
[Flourish.

Advancing.

The king's a beggar, now the play is done;
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content: which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day;
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts:
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.

Caming of the Shrew.

Persons Represented.

CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen,

and other Servants, attending on the
Lord.

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BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.
PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to
Katharina.

GREMIO, Suitor to Bianca.

CURTIS,

Servants to Lucentio.

Servants to Petruchio.

[Exeunt.

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Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on
Baptists and Petruchio.

SCENE-Sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

Induction.

SCENE I. Before an Alehouse 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 Slies are no rogues;

Conqueror. Therefore, paucas palabris; let the world slide: Sessa!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst!

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jero

Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. [nimy;

Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :thirdborough. [Exit. [Exit Servant. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. boy; let him come, and kindly. 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

[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 hounds:

Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd,
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 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my
He cried upon it at the merest loss, [lord;
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.

1 Hunt. I will my lord.

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

2 Hunt. 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!
[image!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine
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
A most delicious banquet by his bed, [fingers,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes;]
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot
choose.
[he wak'd.
2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when
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, a third a diaper;
And say,-Will't please your Lordship cool your
Some one be ready with a costly suit, [hands?
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his lady mourns at his disease:
Persuade 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. [our part,
1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
He is no less than what we say he is. [him;
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with
And each one to his office when he wakes.—

[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds.

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?
[member,
Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I re-
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.
1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain
ourselves,

Were he the veriest antick in the world.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords.[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

[To a Servart. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,

And call him-madam, do him obeisance,
Tell him from me (as he will win my love),
He bear himself with honourable action,
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy:
And say.-What is't your honour will command,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
May show her duty, and make known her love?
And then-with kind embracements, tempting
kisses,

And with declining head into his bosom,--
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
To see her noble lord restored to health,
Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
To rain a shower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for such a shift:
Which in a napkin being close convey'd,
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst
Anon I'll give thee more instructions.-

[Exit Servant.

I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman
I long to hear him call the drunkard husband;

And how my men will stay themselves from
laughter,

When they do homage to this simple peasant.
I'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence
May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Bedchamber in the Lord's House.
SLY is discovered in a rich night gown, with Atten-
dants: some with apparel, others with bason, ewer,
and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed
like a Servant.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup
of sack?

2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these
conserves?
[to-day?
3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me ho-
nour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my
life; and if you give me any conserves, give me
conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment
I'll wear: for I have no more doublets than
backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more
shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than
shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through
the overleather.
[honour!
Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your
O, that a mighty man of such descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

Sly. What would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath; by birth a pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestranght: Here's

1 Serv.O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants droop. fyour house, Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; [ment, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishAnd banish hence these abject lowly dreams: Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,

[Music.

And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will

soar

Above the morning lark: or wilt thou hunt?
Thyhounds shall make the welkin answer them,
Aud fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds
are as swift

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch
thee straight

Adonis, painted by a running brook;
And Cytherea all in sedges hid; [breath,
Which seem to move and wanton with her
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid;
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny
wood:
[bleeds:
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.

1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed
for thee,

Like envious floods o'erran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?
I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;
I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:-
Upon my life, I am a lord indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.--
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash
your hands?

(Servants present a ewer, bason, and napkin.
O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!
9, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.

Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly
But did I never speak of all that time? [uap.
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door;
And rail upon the hostess of the house;
And say, you would present her at the leet,
Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd
quarts:

Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no
such maid,

Nor no such men as you have reckon'd np,-
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernel;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
Sty. Now, Lord be thanked for my good
All. Amen.
Lamends!

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Enter the Page as a Lady, with Attendants.
Page. How fares my noble lord? [enough.
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer
Where is my wife?
[with her?
Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me

husband;

[man. My men shall call me-lord; I am your goodPage. My husband and my lord, my lord and I am your wife in all obedience. [husband; Sly. I know it well:-What must I call her? Lord. Madam.

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan Madam? [ladies.
Lord. Madam, and nothing else: so lords call
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
Above some fifteen year and more. [and slept
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me;
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
Sly. "Tis much;-Servants, leave me and
her alone.-

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two;

Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed:
I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.

Enter a Servant.

If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness;
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay awhile: What company is this? [town.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO,
and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand
aside.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;

amendment,

Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
For so your doctors hold it very meet; [blood,
Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,
Therefore they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Whichbars a thousandharms,and lengthens life.
Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not
a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling
trick?
[stuff.
Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing
Sly. What, household stuff?
Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife,
sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall
ne'er be younger.
[They sit down.

Art First.

SCENE I. Padua. A public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire 1 had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good company,
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all;
Here let us breathe, and happily institute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.
Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come: as he that leaves
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself.
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's ethicks,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk:
Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics and the metaphysics,
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you:
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:-
In brief, sir, study what you most affect. [vise.]
Luc. Grammercies, Tranio, well dost thou ad-

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
That is not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder:

If either of you both love Katharina,
Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your plea-
[ine:

sure.

Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will

To make a stale of me among 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 cares should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver
Gre. And me too, good Lord!
[us!

Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pas

time toward;

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Lac. But in the other's silence I do see
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

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Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said,-Bianca, get you in:
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best

Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.-
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe;
My books, and instruments, shall be my com-
On them to look, and practise by myself. [pany;
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva
Asule.

speak.
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.

Gre.

Why, will you mew her up,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:-
Go in, Bianca.
[Exit BIANCA.
And for I know, she taketh most delight
In music, instruments, and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio,
Or Signior Gremio, you,-know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up;
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay:
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too: "May
I not?
[belike,
What, shall I be appointed hours; as though,
I knew not what to take and what to leave?
Ha!
[Exit.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: Your

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