THE TAMING OF

THE SHREW

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PERSONS

REPRESENTED

A LORD.

CHRISTOPHER SLY: A TINKER. PERSONS IN THE HOSTESS, PAGE, PLAYERS, HUNTSMEN, INDUCTION.

AND SERVANTS.

BAPTISTA: A RICH GENTLEMAN OF PADUA.
VINCENTIO: AN OLD GENTLEMAN OF Pisa.

SON TO VINCENTIO, IN LOVE WITH LUCENTIO:

BIANCA. PETRUCHIO:

A GENTLEMAN OF VERONA, A SUITOR

TO KATHARINA.
GREMIO:

SUITORS TO BIANCA.
HORTENSIO :)
TRANIO:

SERVANTS TO LUCENTIO.
BIONDELLO
GRUMIO

SERVANTS TO PETRUCHIO.
CURTIS:

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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

the Chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.

Therefore, paucas pallabris;o let the world slide : sessa! 8
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ?
Sly. No; not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy

cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-
borough.

[exit.
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 asleep.

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Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting,

with his Train.
LORD. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

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; 2
He cried upon it at the merest loss,

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And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

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pay you out. 2 (slang) for pocas palabras='dry up.' 3 (slang)='trot !' 'outside!'
+ constable. 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. gave tongue.

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INDUC. LORD. Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet,
Sc. I I would esteem him worth a dozen such.

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them well, and look unto them all :
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
FIRST
First Hun. I will, my Lord.
LORD. What's here ? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he

breathe?
Sec. Hun. 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 !

Grim Death, how foul and loathsome is thine image !
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 fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes :

Would not the beggar then forget himself?
FIRST Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot choose.
Sec. Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he

wak'd.
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 in 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 basin
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
And say Will’t please your Lordship cool your hands ?
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his Lady mourns at his disease :

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