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Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would sinuate with you in the behalf of a good play!-I have

Jain not furnish'd? like a beggar, therefore to beg 1'l stay to know at your abandon'd cave. Erit. will not become me: my way is, to conjure you: Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed: we will begin and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, o these rites,

5 women, for the love you bear to men, to like as As we do trust they'll end, in true delights. I much of this play as pleases them; and I charge

you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as EPILOGU E.

li perceive by your simpering, none of you hate Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epi- (them) that between you and the women, the play Jogue: but it is no more unhandsome, than to see 10:may please, If I were a woman', I would kiss the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, comwine needs no bush', 'tis true, that a good play plexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defy'd needs no epilogue: Yet to good wine they do use not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, good bushes; and good plays prove the better by or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in 15 offer when I make curtsy, bid ine farewel. then, that am neither a good epilogue, nos can in

[Ereunt omnes. 'It is even now the custom in some of the midland counties, (particularly Staffordshire) to hang a bush at the door of an ale-house, or, as it is there called, mug-house, ? i.e. dressed. In our author's time, the parts of women were always perforined by men or boys,

TAMING OF THE SHREW. ..

CHARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION,

A Lord, before whom the Play is supposed to be play'd.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.

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

PERSONS REPRESENTED,

BAPTISTA, Father to Katharina and Bianca, very! TRANIO, Servants to Lucentio. rich.

BIONDELLO, 3 VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

GRUMIO, Sertant to Petruchio, LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca PEDANT, an old Fellow set up to personate Vin.. Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a suitor to

centio. Katharina.

KATHARINA, the Shrew. GREMIO, Pretenders to Bianca,

Bianca, her Sister, HortenSIO,

Widow,

Taylor, Haberdasher ; with Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country,

IN DU C TI O N. $ CENE I.

Look in the chronicles, ne came in with Richard Before an Alehouse on a Heath,

Conqueror. Therefore paucus pallabris ?: let the

world slide* : Sessa! Enter Hostess and Sly.

| Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have Sly. T'LL pheese' you, in faith.

5 burst'? Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

| Sly. No, not a denier; Go by, Jeronimy ;Sly. Yare a baggage; the Slies are no ? rogues: Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee'. .

Host.

'i. e. I'll harass or plague you ; or perhaps I'll pheese you, may have a meaning similar to the Tulgar phrase of I'll comb your head. * Meaning, no vagrants, but gentlemen. Sly, as an ignorant fellow, 'is purposely made to aim at languages out of his knowledge and knock the words out of joint.

The Spaniards say, pocas palabras, i. e. few words: as they do likewise, Cessa, i. e. be quiet. Mr. Steevens says, this is a burlesque on Hieronymo, which Theobald speaks of in a following note. * A proverbial expression,' si, é. broke, Mr. Theobald's comment on this speech is thus : “ The “ passage has particular humour in it, and must have been very pleasing at that time of day. But I “ must clear up a piece of stage history, to make it understood. There is a fustian old play, called " Hieronymo; or The Spanish Tragedy : which, I find, was the common butt of raillery to all the “ poets in Shakspeare's time: and a passage that appeared very ridiculous in that play, is here hu“ mourously alluded to. Hieronymo, thinking himself injured, applies to the king for justice; but “ the courtiers, who did not desire his wrongs should be set in a true light, attempt to hinder him “ from an audience, Hiero, , Justice, oh! justice to Hieronimo. Lor, Back-sce'st thou not the

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Höst. I know my remedy, I must go fetch thel And with a low submissive reverence, thirdborough'.

[Erit. Jay,- What is it your honour will command? Sly. Third, fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer Let one attend him with a silver bason, him by law: l'll not bodge an inch, boy ; let him Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers: come, and kindly.

[Falls asleep. 5 Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Windhorns. Enter a Lord fromhunting ithatruin. And say,-Will’t please your lordship, cool your Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

hands ? hounds:

1 Some one be ready with a costly suit, Brach Merriman,--the poor cur is imbost'; And ask him what apparel he will wear; And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. 10 Another tell him of his hounds and horse, Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver niade it good And that his lady mourns at his disease : At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?

Persuade bim that he hath been lunatick; I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

And, when he says he is,-say that he dreanis, Hi. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord: For he is nothing but a mighty lord. He cried upon it at the merest loss,

115 This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs; And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: It will be pastime passing excellent, Trust me, I take bim for the better dog.

If it be husbanded with modesty, Lord. Thou art a fool : if Eccho were as fleet, Hun. Mylord, I warrant you, we'll play our I would esteein him worth a dozen such.

As he shall think, by our true diligence, (part, But sup them well, and look unto them all; 20 He is no less than what we say he is. To-norrow I intend to hunt again.

| Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Hun. I will, my lord.

| And each one to his otice when he wakes.-Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,

[Some bear out Slys, Sound trumpets. doth he breathe?

Sirrah, go see what trumpet'tis tlrat sounds ;2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not|25|Belike some noble gentleman, that means, warm'd with ale,

[Exeunt Servants. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.. | Travelling some journey, to repose him here. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he

Re-enter a Servant. lies!

How now? who is it? Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine 30! Ser. An't please your honour, players, image!

That offer service to your lordship. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

| Lord. Bid them come near:What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,

Enter Players. Wrap'd in sweet cloaths, rings put upon his fingers, Now, fellows, you are welcome. A most delicious banquet by his bed,

Play. We thank your honour. And brave attendants near himn when he wakes, Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? Would not the bergarthen forget himself ?

| 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our i Hun. Believe me, lord, I think hecannotchuse.

duty. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when hel Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I rewak'd.

member, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son; fancy.

1 Twas where you wood the gentlewoman so well : Then take him up, and manage well the jest:- I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

Was aptly fitied, and naturally perform’d. And bang it round with all my wanton pictures : 45! Sinchlo. I think 'twas Soto that your honour Balon bis foul head with waim distilled waters,

means, And bumu sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Lord. 'T'is very true;-thou did'st it excellent.Procureme music ready when he wakes,

Well, you are come to me in happy time; To niake a dulcet anol a heavenly sound;

The rather for I have some sport in hand, And it he chance to speak, be ready straight, 150 Wherein your cunning can assist me much. " king is busy? Hiero. Oh, is he so ? King. Who is he that interrupts our business? Hiero. Noi I:-llieronymo, bervare ; go by, go by. So Sly here, not caring to be dunn’d by the Hostess, cries to her in effect, Don't be troublesome, don't interrupt me, go by." The thirdbonough of ancient times was an officer similar to the present constable. ? Mr. Edwards explains Bruch to siguify a hound in general; while Mr. Steevens thinks it to have been a particular sort of hound: and Mr. Tollet observes, that brache originally meant a bitch ; and adds, from Ulitius, that “ bitches having a superior sagacity of nose; hence, perhaps, any hound with eminent quickness of "s scent, whether dog or bitch, was called brache, for the term brache is sometimes applied to males. « Qur ancestors hunted much with the large southern hounds, and had in every pack a couple of dogs « peculiarly good and cunning to find game or recover the scent. To this custom Shakspeare seems “ to allude, by naming treo braches, which, in my opinion, are beagles; and this discriminates brache from the lim, a blood-hound mentioned together with it, in the tragedy of King Lear.Imbost is a term in hunting. When a dog is strained with hard running (especially upon hard ground) he will have his knees swelled, and then he is said to be emboss'd; from the French word bosse, signifying a tumour. • Meaning, with moderation.

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11 she say

There is a lord will hear you play to-night: | Sly. I am Christopher Sly:-call not memho. But I am doubtful of your modesties;

nour, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,

life; and if you gire me any conserves, give me (For yet his honour never heard a play)

conserves of beef: Ne'er ask ine what raiment l'll You break into some merry passion,

15 wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, And so oftend him ; for I tell you, sirs,

no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes If you should smile, he grows impatient. [selves, than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, · Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our- or such shoes as my toes look through the overWere he the veriest antick in the world.

leather. Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 10 Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your And give them friendly welcome every one; I

honour! Let them want nothing that my bouse atlord3.- Oh, that a mighty man, of such descent,

[Erit one with the Players. Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit! And see him.dress'd in all suits like a lady: (ber, 15 Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am That done, conduct him to the drunkard's cham- not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton. And call him-madam, do bim obeisance. heath: by birth a pedlar, by education a cardTell him from me, (as he will win my love) maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by He bear himself with honourable action,

(present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies 20 the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: Untu their lords, by them accomplished: lif she say I am not fourteen pence on the score Such duty to the drunkard let himn do,

for sheer ale, score me up for the lying'st knave With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy;

in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught': And say,--What is 't your honour will command, Here's Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, 25 i Man. Oh, this it is that makes your lady May shew her duty, and make known her love?

mourn.

[droop. And then with kind embracements, tempting 2 Van, Oh, this it is that makes your servants And with declining head into his bosom,-[kisses, Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Bid him shed tears, as being over-joy'd

your house, To see her noble lord restor'd to health, 30 As beaten hence by your strange lunacy, Who for twice seven years hath esteemed him Oh, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; No better than'a poor and loathsome beggar: Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And if the boy have not a woman's gift,

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: To rain a shower of commanded tears,

Look, how thy servants do attend on thee, An onion will do well for such a shift; . 35 Each in his olice ready at thy beck Which in a napkin being close convey'd,

Wilt thou have musick? hark! Apollo plays, Shall in despight enforce a watery eye.

[Musick See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst; | And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Anon I'll give thee more instructions.--[Ex. Ser. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, 40 Soster and sweeter than the lustful bed Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. I long to hear him call the drunkard husband; [ter, Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrow the ground: And how my inen will stay themselves from laugh Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, When they do homage to this simple peasant. Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. . I'll in to counsel them: haply my presence ]45 Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar May well abate the over-merry spleen,

Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Which otherwise would grow into extremes. 1 Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

[Exit Lord. And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 Man. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds SCENE II.

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are as swift

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
A Room in the Lord's House.

2 Man. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch Enter Sly, with Attendants, some with apparel,

thee straight bason and creer, and other appurtenances. Adonis, painted by a running brook; Re-enter Lord.

155 And Cytherea all in sedges hid; Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. I Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, I Mun. Will't please your lordship drink a cup Even as the waving sedges play with wind. of sack?

Lord. We'll shiew thee lo, as she was a maid ; 2 Man. Will't please your honour taste of these And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, conserves?

160 As lively painted as the deed was done. [wood; 3 Man. What raiment will your honour wear 3 Man. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny to-day?

| Scratching her legs,that one shall swear she bleeds. Perhaps we ought to read, distruught, i, e. distracted.

And And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Lady. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. I

her Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Thou hast a lady far more beautiful,

husband

(man. Than any woman in this waining age.

5 My men sball call me-lord, I am your good1 Man. And, 'till the tears, that she hath shed Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and for thee,

husband ; Like envious floods,o'er-ran her lovely face, I am your wife in all obedience. She was the fairest creature in the world;

Sly. I know it well:—What must I call her? And yet she is inferior to none.

110 Lord. Madam. Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?'. Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam? [ladies. Or do I dream? or have I dreain'd 'till now? Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call I do not sleep; I see, I hear, I speak;

Sly. Madain wife, they say, that I have dream'd I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

and slept Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; : 115 Above soine fifteen years and more. And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.-

Lady. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.

Sly. 'Tis much; Servants, leave me and 2 Man. Will't please your mightiness to wash

her alone. your hands?

120/Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Oh, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! [are! Lady. Thrice noble lurd, let me intreat of you, Oh! that once more you knew but what you To pardon me yet for a night or two; These fifteen years you have been in a dream! Or, if not so, until the sun be set : Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. For your physicians have expressly charg'a, Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly 25 In peril to incur your former malady, . nap.

That I should yet absent me from your bed : But did I never speak of all that time?

I hope this reason stands for my excuse. 1 Man. Oh,yes,my lord; but veryidlewords:- Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, long. But I would be loth to fall into iny dreams Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; 30 again; I will therefore tarry, in despight of the And rail upon the hostess of the house;

tiesh and the blood. And say you would present her at the leet',

Enter a Messenger, Because she brought stone jugs, and no seald Mess. Your honour's players, hearing your quarts:

amendment, Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. 35 Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

Sly. Ay, the wuman's maid of the house. For so your doctors hold it very meet; (blood, 3 Man. Why, sir, you know no house, por no Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your such maid;',

And melancholy is the nurse of plarenzy, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, 40And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, And Peter Turf, and Henry Piinpernell;

Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. And twenty more such naines and men as these, Sly. Marry I will; let them play it: Is not 8 Which never were, nor uo man ever saw.

commonty' a Christmas gainbol, or a tumbling Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good trick?

(stutt. Ål. Amen

[amends ! 45 Lady. No, my good lord, it is more pleasing Sly. I thank thee, thou shalt not lose by it. Sly. What, hou-hold stutt? Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendants. Lady. It is a kind of history. Lady. How fares my noble lord? [enough. | Sly. Well, we'll see it; Come, madam wife,

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall Where is my wife?

150 ne'er be younger. Meaning, the Court leet, or courts of the manor. ? Greece seems here to be no more than a quibble or pun (of which our author was remarkably fond) upon grease; when the expression will only imply that John Naps was a fat Man. ? Commonty is here probably put for comedy.

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