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Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

Enter Second Brother. Enter HYMEN, leading ROSALIND in woman's clothes ; 2 Bro. Let me have audience for a word or two. and CELIA.

I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
Still Music.

That brings these tidings to this fair assembly.-
Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,

Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
When earthly things made even

Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
Atonet together.

Address'd a mighty power, which were on foot
Good duke, receive thy daughter,

In his own conduct, purposely to take
Hymen from heaven šrought her ;

His brother here, and put him to the sword.
Yea, brought her hither,

And to the skirts of this wild wood he came,
That thou mightst join her hand with his, Where, meeting with an old religious man,
Whose heart within her bosom is.

After some question with him, was converted Ros. [To DUKE S.]To you I give myself, for I am yours. Both from his enterprise, and from the world; [TO ORLANDO.] To you I give myself, for I am yours. His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my And all their lands restor’d to them again, daughter.

That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. I do engage my life.
Phe. If sight and shape be true,

Duke S.

Welcome, young man. Why then, my love adieu !

Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding : Ros. [To DUKE S.] I'll have no father, if you be To one, his lands withheld; and to the other, not he:

A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
TO ORLANDO.] I'll have no husband, if you be not he :- First, in this forest, let us do those ends
To PHEBE.] Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. That here were well begun, and well begot ;
Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion.

And after, every of this happy number,
'Tis I must make conclusion

That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
Of these most strange events :

Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
Here's eight that must take hands,

According to the measure of their 'states.
To join in Hymen's bands,

Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity,
If truth holds true contents.

And fall into our rustic revelry.
[T. ORLANDO and ROSALIND.] You and you Play, music! and you brides and bridegrooms all,
no cross shall part:

With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.
[To OLIVER and CELIA.] You and you are Jaq. Sir, by your patience.-If I heard you rightly,
heart in heart:

The duke hath put on a religious life,
[TO PHEBE.] You to his love must accord, And thrown into neglect the pompous court ?
Or have a woman to your lord :

2 Bro. He hath.
[TO TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.] You and you Jaq. To him will I : out of these convertites
are sure together,

There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.
As the winter to foul weather.

You [To DUKE S.] to your former honour I bequeath;
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,

Your patience, and your virtue, well deserve it :Feed yourselves with questioning,

You [To ORLANDO.) to a love, that your true faith doth. That reason wonder may diminish,

merit:How thus we met, and thus we finish. You [TO OLIVER.] to your land, and love, and great

allies : Wedding is great Juno's crown

You [To Silvius.] to a long and well deserved bed :0, blessed bond of board and bed !

And you [To TouchSTONE.] to wrangling; for thy: 'Tis Hymen peoples every town

loving voyage High wedlock, then, be honoured :

Is but for two months victuall'd.- So, to your pleasures:
Honour, high honour, and renown,

I am for other than for dancing measures.
To Hymen, god ind every town!

Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay.
Duke S. O, my dear niece ! welcome thou art to me: Jaq. To see no pastime, I :—what you would havez

. Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.

I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Phe. [To Silvius.] I will not eat my word, now Duke S. Proceed, proceed : we will begin these rites,. thou art mine;

As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.

SONG.

EPILOGUE. Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the Epi-charge you, O women! for the love you bear to men, logue ; but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the to like as much of this play as please you : and I lord the Prologue. If it be true, that good wine charge you, O men ! for the love you bear to women, needs no bush, 't is true that a good play needs nol (as I perceive by your simpering none of you hates epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes, them) that between you and the women, the play may and good plays prove the better by the help of good please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of epilogues. What a case am I in, then, that am neither you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the liked me, and we good beards, or good faces, or

a gar, therefore to beg will not become me: my way is, sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. Ilcurtsey, bid me farewell.

[.Exeunt. i Harmonize. 2 these things : in f. e.

4 Tieck says, this is an allusion to the practice of women's parts being played by men.

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TAMING OF THE

THE SHREW.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

BIONDELLO,

CURTIS,

A Lord.

Persons TRANIO,

Servants to Lucentio.
CHRISTOPHERO SLY, a Tinker. Hostess, ( in the
Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Ser- | Induc- GRUMIO,

Servants to Petruchio.
vants,

tion. BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.

The Pedant. VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

KATHARINA,

Daughters to Baptista. LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio.

BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona.

Widow, GREMIO,

Suitors to Bianca.
HORTENSIO,

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

INDUCTION.

4.

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2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm’d SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

with ale, Enter Hostess and CHRISTOPHERO SLY.

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Sly. I'll pheese? you, in faith.

Lord. O, monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Sly. Y are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Therefore, paucas pallabris ; let the world slide. Sessa !2 Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? A most delicious banquet by his bed,

Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy;' go to thy And brave attendants near him when he wakes, cold bed, and warm thee.

Would not the beggar then forget himself? Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. headborough.

[Exit 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer wak'd. him by law; I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. and kindly.

(Lies down, and falls asleep. Then take him up, and manage well the jest. Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Hunts- Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, men and Servants.

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures; Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, hounds:

And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Bracho Merriman,--the poor cur is emboss'd,

Procure me music ready when he wakes,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

And, with a low submissive reverence,
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

Say, --what is it your honour will command ? 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; Let one attend him with a silver bason, He cried upon it at the merest loss,

Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

And say,—will’t please your lordship cool your hands ? Lord. Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet, Some one be ready with a costly suit, I would esteem him worth a dozen such.

And ask him what apparel he will wear; But sup them well, and look unto them all:

Another tell him of his hounds and horse, To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

And that his lady mourns at his disease. 1 Hun. I will, my lord.

Persuade him that he hath been lunatic; Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth When he says what he is,' say that he dreams, he breathe?

For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

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1 A common word in the west of England, where it means to chastise, humble.--Gifford. 2 Cessa, cease. 3 f. e. : says Jeronimy. Go,

4 This by Jeronimy-from Thomas Kyd's Spanish Tragedy, often quoted in derision, and as a cant phrase, by the writers of the day. is also a quotation from the same play: 5 Constable; it is usually altered to thirdborough. 6 A hound. 7 Foams at the mouth from fatigue, 8 And when he says he is : in f. e.

This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs ;

Which, in a napkin being close convey'd, It will be pastime passing excellent,

Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. If it be husbanded with modesty.

See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst : 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we will play our part, Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Exit Servant. As he shall think, by our true diligence,

I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, He is no less than what we say he is.

Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, I long to hear him call the drunkard husband, And each one to his office when he wakes.

| And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, [SLY is borne out. A trumpet sounds. When they do homage to this simple peasant. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 't is that sounds: I'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence

[Exit Servant. May well abate their over-merry spleen, Belike, some noble gentleman, that means,

Which otherwise would grow into extremes.' [Exeunt. Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. Re-enter Servant. How now? who is 't ??

Sly is discovered, with Attendants; some with apparel, Serv. An ’ta please your honour, players

others with bason, ewer, and appurtenances. Enter That offer humbles service to your lordship.

Lord, dressed like a Servant.
Lord. Bid them come near.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
Enter five or six Players.

1 Serv. Will 't please your lordship drink a cup of Now, fellows, you are welcome.

sack? Players. We thank your honour.

2 Serv. Will 't please your honour taste of these Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?

conserves ? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?

Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I remember, Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honour, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son :

nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you ’T was where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well. give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part

Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, 1 Play. I think, 't was Soto that your honour means. nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometime, more feet

Lord. T is very true : thou didst it excellent. than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the Well, you are come to me in happy time,

overleather.

[honour ! The rather for I have some sport in hand,

Lord. Heaven cease this evil humour in your Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

0! that a mighty man, of such descent, There is a lord will hear you play to-night;

Of such possessions, and so high esteem, But I am doubtful of your modesties,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit! Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,

Sly. What! would you make me mad ? Am not I (For yet his honour never heard a play)

Christophero Sly, old Sly's son, of Burton-heath;9 by You break into some merry passion,

birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transAnd so offend him ; for I tell you, sirs,

mutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a If you should smile he grows impatient.

tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat alewife of Win1 Play. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves, cot", if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen Were he the veriest antic in the world.

pence on the score for Warwickshire® ale, score me up Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,

for the lying'st knave in Christendom. What! I am And give them friendly welcome every one:

not bestraught'. Here's Let them want nothing that my house affords.

1 Serv. O! this it is that makes your lady mourn. [Exeunt Servant and Players. 3 Serv. O! this it is that makes your servants droop. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page, [To a Servant. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your And see him dress’d in all suits like a lady:

house, That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber; As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. And call him madam, do him obeisance :

O, noble lord ! bethink thee of thy birth; Tell him from me, as he will win my love,

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, He bear himself with honourable action,

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. Such as he hath obsery'd in noble ladies

Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Unto their lords by them accomplished :

Each in his office ready at thy beck: Such duty to the drunkard let him do,

Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Music. With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy;

And twenty caged nightingales do sing : And say,--what is 't your honour will command, Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife

Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed May show her duty, and make known her love ? On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses, Say thou wilt walk, we will bestrew the ground: And with declining head into his bosom,

Or wilt thou ride, thy horses shall be trapp'd, Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. To see her noble lord restor’d to health,

Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Who for this seven years hath esteemed him

Above the morning lark: or wilt thou hunt ? No better than a poor and loathsome beggar.

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And if the boy have not a woman's gift,

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. To rain a shower of commanded tears,

1 Serv. Say thou wilt course, thy greyhounds are An onion will do well for such a shift,

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6 Barton-on-the-Heath, a village in Warwickshire, is supposed to be alluded to. 9 A place about four miles from Stratford.

9 Distraught, distracted.

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3 Not in f. e.

5 idle : in f. e.

8 sheer : in f. e.

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends ! 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee Ail. Amen. straight

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Adonis painted by a running brook,

Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. And Cytherea all in hedges hid,

Page. How fares my noble lord ? Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Where is my wife ? Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid,

Page. Here, noble lord : what is thy will with her ? And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,

Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband ? As lively painted as the deed was done.

My men should call me lord : I am your good-man. 3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husScratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds; band; And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

I am your wife in all obedience.
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Sly. I know it well. What must I call her ?
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Lord. Madam.
Thou hast a lady, far more beautiful

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ?
Than any woman in this waning age.

Lord. Madam, and nothing else : so lords call ladies. 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee, Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,

And slept about some fifteen year and more. She was the fairest creature in the world;

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, And yet she is inferior to none.

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady?

Sly. 'Tis much.--Servants, leave me and her alone.Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now?

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak:

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things.- To pardon me yet for a night or two; Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed,

Or if not so, until the sun be set, And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.-

For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Well, bring the lady hither to our sight;

In peril to incur your former malady, And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

That I should yet absent me from your bed. 2 Serv. Will 't please your mightiness to wash your I hope this reason stands for my excuse. hands?

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so [Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. long; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams again: O, how we joy to see your wits restor'd !

I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the 0, that once more, you knew but what you are ! blood. These fifteen years you have been in a dream,

Enter a Servant, Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendSly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap. ment, But did I never speak of all that time ?

Are come to play a pleasant comedy; 1 Serv. 0! yes, my lord, but very idle words ; For so your doctors hold it very meet, For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy: And rail upon the hostess of the house,

Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And say you would present her at the leet,

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Because she brought stone jugs, and not seal’d? quarts. Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a com

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. [maid, monty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick ?

3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such Page. No, my good lord : it is more pleasing stuff. Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,

Sly. What, household stuff ? As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,

Page. It is a kind of history. And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,

Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by And twenty more such names and men as these,

my side, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

We shall ne'er be younger, and let the world slide.

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SCENE I..Padua. A Public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
Luc. Tranio, since, for the great desire I 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,
My trusty servant, well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and haply 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, comes of the Bentivolii.
Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiva,
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

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Bianca,

By virtue specially to be achiev'd.

My books, and instruments, shall be my company, Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left

On them to look, and practise by myself. And am to Padua come, as he that leaves

Luc. Hark, Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Sorry am I, that our good will effects Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,

Bianca's grief. I am in all affected as yourself,

Gre.

Why, will you mew her up, , Glad that you thus continue your resolve,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy;

And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Only, good master, while we do admire

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd.This virtue, and this moral discipline,

Go in, Bianca.

[Exit BIANCA. Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;

And for I know, she taketh most delight Or so devote to Aristotle's Ethics,

In music, instruments, and poetry, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,

Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, And practise rhetoric in your common talk:

Or signior Gremio, you, know any such, Music and poesy used to quicken you:

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men The mathematics, and the metaphysics,

I will be very kind, and liberal Fall to them as you find your stomach serves

serves you.

To mine own children in good bringing-up; No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en :

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay, In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; may I not ? If, Biondello now werea come ashore,

What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, We could at once put us in readiness,

I knew not what to take, and what to leave ? Ha! [Exit

. And take a lodging fit to entertain

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.

so good, here's none will hold you. This love is not But stay awhile; what company is this?

so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails togeTra. Master, some show to welcome us to town. ther, and fast it fairly out: our cake's dough on both

[They stand back.3 sides. Farewell :-yet, for the love I bear my sweet Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and å, if I can by any means light on a fit man to HORTENSIO.

teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,

to her father. For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,

Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd Before I have a husband for the elder.

parle, know now upon advice, it toucheth us both, that If either of you both love Katharina,

we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and Because I know you well, and love you well,

be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labor and effect Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. one thing 'specially.

Gre. To cart her rather: she's too rough for me. Gre. What's that, I pray ? There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Kath. [To BAP.] I pray you, sir, is it your gracious* Gre. A husband ! a devil. will

Hor. I say, a husband. To make a stale of me amongst these mates ?

Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, Hor. Mates, maid ! how mean you that? no mates though her father be very rich, any man is so very a

fool to be married to hell ? Unless you were of gentler, milder mood.5

Hor. Tush, Gremio ! though it pass your patience, Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear : and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there I wis, it is not half way to her heart;

be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on But, if it were, doubt not her care should be

them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,

Gre. I cannot tell, but I had as lief take her dowry And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

with this condition,—to be whipped at the high-cross Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us ! every morning. Gre. And me too, good Lord !

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us toward :

friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, Luc. But in the other's silence do I see

we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have Maids' mild behaviour, and sobriety.

to't afresh. Sweet Bianca -Happy man be his dole !! Peace, Tranio.

He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, sigTra. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your fill. nior Gremio ? Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good

Gre. I am agreed : and 'would I had given him the What I have said, —Bianca, get you in:

best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

house of her.

Come on. Kath. A pretty peat !6 it is best

Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. Put finger in the eye,--an she knew why.

Tra. [advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, is it possi Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.

That love should of a sudden take such hold ? Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :

Luc. 0, Tranio! till I found it to be true,

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for you,

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9 Lot. 8 Commend.

3 aside: in f. e. 4 This word is not in f. e.

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