A Lord. DRAMATIS PERSONE. CHRISTOPHER SLY, a tinker. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen and Servants. BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua. VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa. LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. PETRUCHIO, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina. The Taming of the Shrew. INDUCTION. Scene I. Before an alehouse on a heath. 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; let the world slide: sessa! 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 thirdborough. 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. IO [Exit. [Falls asleep Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd; And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. 20 I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well and look unto them all : First Hun. I will, my lord. 30 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! What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, 40 First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 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 : And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: 50 To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Say What is it your honour will command?' Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers; 60 And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?' It will be pastime passing excellent, First Hun. My lord, I warrant you we will play our part, He is no less than what we say he is. Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him; And each one to his office when he wakes. 70 [Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: [Exit Servingman. Belike, some noble gentleman that means, Re-enter Servingman. How now! who is it? Serv. An't please your honour, players That offer service to your lordship. Lord. Bid them come near. Enter Players. Players. We thank your honour. Now, fellows, you are welcome. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? A Player. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son: A Player. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world. Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 80 90 ΙΟΙ And give them friendly welcome every one: Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page, |