Characters in the Induction.

Lord, before whom the Play is fuppos'd to be play'd.

A Chriftopher Sly, a drunken Tinker.

Hoftefs.

Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord.

Dramatis Perfonæ.

Baptifta, Father to Catharina and Bianca; very rich. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pifa.

Lucentio, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a fuitor to Catha

Gremio,

rina.

Hortenfio,

Tranio,

Biondello,

Servants to Lucentio.

Grumio, Servant to Petruchio.

Pedant, an old fellow fet up to perfonate Vincen to.

Taylor, Haberdashers; with Servants attending on
Baptifta and Petruchio.

SCENE, fometimes in Padua ; and fometimes in Petruchio's Houfe in the Country.

THE

'LL pheeze you, in faith.

I Holt, a pair of ftocks, you rogue!

!

Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues. Look in the Chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror ; therefore. * paucus pallabris; let the world flide: Seffa. Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burft.

Sly. No, not a deniere: Go by, S. Jeronimo-go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Hoft. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the Third-borough.

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. [Falls afleep.

* paucus pallabris ;]Meaning focus palabras, Spanish, few words.

Mr. Theobald.

SCENE

Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with a Train. UNTSMAN, I charge thee, tender well my hounds;

Lord. H

Leech Merriman, the poor cur is imboft;

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd Brach.
Saw'ft thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge-corner in the coldeft fault?
I would not lofe the dog for twenty pound.
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 dulleft fcent:
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 fuch.
But fup them well, and look unto them all,
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

Hun. I will, my lord.

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

2 Hun. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,

This were a bed but cold, to fleep fo foundly.

f

Lord. O monftrous beaft! how like a fwine he lies!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thy image!
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapt in fweet clothes; rings put upon his fingers;
A moft 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 chufe. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he

wak'd.

Lord. Even as a flatt'ring dream, or worthless 'fancy.

Then

Then take him up, and manage well the jeft:
Carry him gently to my faireft chamber,

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures;
Balm his foul head with warm diftilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet.
Procure me mufic ready, when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heav'nly found;
And if he chance to speak, be ready ftraight,
And with a low fubmiffive reverence

Say, what is it your honour will command?
Let one attend him with a filver bafon
Full of Rofe-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer; a third a diaper;
And fay, wilt please your lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a coftly fuit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his Lady mourns at his disease;
Perfuade him, that he hath been lunatic!
And when he says he is,fay, that he dreams;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord:
This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs:
It will be paftime paffing excellent,

If it be husbanded with modefty.

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 fay 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. Sound Trumpets. Sirrah, go see what trumpet is that founds.

Belike, fome noble gentleman that means,[Ex.Servant. Travelling fome journey, to repose him here.

SCENE

SCENE III.

Re-enter Servant.

How now? who is it?

Ser. An't please your Honour, Players That offer fervice to your lordship.

Lord. Bid them come near:

Enter Players.

Now, Fellows, you are welcome.
Play. We thank your Honour.

Lord. Do you intend to ftay 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 fo well: I have forgot your name; but, fure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

Sim. I think, 'twas Soto that your Honour means. Lord. 'Tis very true; thou didft it excellent: Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can affift me much. There is a Lord will hear you play to-night; But I am doubtful of your modefties, Left, over-eying of his odd Behaviour, (For yet his honour never heard a Play,) You break into fome merry Paffion, And fo offend him: for I tell you, Sirs, If you fhould fmile, he grows impatient.

Play. Fear not, my lord, we can contain ourselves; Where he the verielt antic in the world.

2 Play. [to the other.] Go get a difhclout to make clean your fhoes, and I'll speak for the properties. [Exit Player. My lord, we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property, and a little Vinegar to make our devil

roar.

Lord.