BAPTISTA: A RICH GENTLEMAN OF PADUA. TAILOR, HABERDASHER, AND SERVANTS ATTENDING ON BAPTISTA AND PETRUCHIO. SCENE-Padua; Petruchio's House. THE TAMING OF THE SHREW THE INDUCTION SCENE I. A Hedge-Tavern 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 Slys are no rogues; look in 8 HOST. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third- Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his Train. LORD. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: 6 Trash Merriman-the poor cur is emboss'd;" And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.8 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. FIRST HUN. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord; 20 And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog. 2 (slang) for pocas palabras='dry up.' 3 (slang)='trot!' 'outside!' 5 aptly, here and now. stay, slow down (by means of a trailing thong). 7 foaming with exertion, over-run. 8 bitch. 9 picked up the scent. 10 gave tongue. INDUC. LORD. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, Sc. I I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all : FIRST HUN. I will, my Lord. LORD. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? SEC. HUN. He breathes, my Lord. with ale, Were he not warm'd 30 This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave2 attendants near him when he wakes: FIRST HUN. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot choose. LORD. Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy. Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: And, if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And with a low submissive reverence 4I 50 Say What is it your Honour will command? Let one attend him with a silver basin Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; And say Will't please your Lordship cool your hands? And ask him what apparel he will wear; And that his Lady mourns at his disease: 60 |