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Lord, before whom the Play is suppos’d to be play'd.

Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker. Hostess. Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on

the Lord.

Dramatis Personæ.

Baptista, Father to Catharina and Bianca; very rich.
Vincentio, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
Lucentio, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.
Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Catharina.

} Pretenders to Bianca. Tranio,

} Servants to Lucentio.
Grumio, Servant to Petruchio.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.

Catharina, the Shrew.
Bianca, her Sister.

Taylor, Haberdashers; with Servants attending on

Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes

in Petruchio's House in the Country.

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'LL pheese you', in faith.

Hoji. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no * rogues. Look in the Chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror; therefore, paucus pallabris ? ; let the world Alide : Sesja.


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no rogues ] That is, no or frase, is to separate a twist in- vagrants, no mean fellows, but to fingle threads. In the figu. Gentlemen. Tative sense it may well enough

- paucus pallabris; ] Sly, be taken, like reaze or loze, for as an ignorant Fellow, is pure to barrass, to plague. Perhaps posely made to aim at Languages Pil pheeze you, may be equivalent out of his knowledge, and knock to lli comb your bead, a phrase the Words out of joint. The valgarly used by persons of Sly's Spaniards say, pocas palabras, i. e. character on like occasions. few words: as they do likewise,

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Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier: go by, Jeronimo thy cold bed, and warm thee 3.

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.

( Falls asleep 3 Go by S. Jeronimy, go to thy “fom, don't interrupt me, go, cold Bed, and warm thee.) Ailby ;” and, to fix the Satire in the Editions have coined a Saint his Allusion, pleasantly calls her here, for Sly to swear by. But Jeronymo.

THEOBALD. the Poet had no such Intentions.

I must go fetch the Head. The Passage has particular Hu- borough. mour in it, and must have been Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth very pleasing at that time of day. Borough, &c.] This corrupt But I must clear up a Piece of reading had pass'd down through Stage history, to make it under all the Copies, and none of the ftood. There is a fuftian old Editors pretended to guess at the Play, call’d, Hieronymo; Or, Poet's Conceit. What an insipid, The Spanish Tragedy: which, I unmeaning Reply does Sly make find, was the common Butt of to his Hostess ? How do ibird, or Rallery to all the Poets of Shake fourth, or fifth Borough relate to Speare's Time : and a Passage, Headborough? The Author inthat appear'd very ridiculous in tended but a

poor Witticism, and that Play, is here humorously al- even That is lost. The Hoftefs luded to. Hieronymo, thinking would say, that she'll fetch a himself injur'd, applies to the Constable and this Officer the King for justice; but the Cour- calls by his other Name, a Thirdtiers, who did not desire his borough: and upon this Term Wrongs should be set in a true Sly founds the Conundrum in his Light, attempt to hinder him Answer to her. Who does not from an Audience.

perceive, at a single glance, some Hiero. Justice, oh! justice to Conceit started by this certain Hieronymo,

Correction ? There is an Actempt Lor. Back; -fee' At thou not, at Wit, tolerable enough for 2 the King is busy?

Tinker, and one drunk toq. Hiero. Oh, is be fo?

Third-borough is a Sax.n-Term King. Who is He, that inter- fufficiently explain d by the Glojrupts our Business?

faries, and in our Stafute, books, Hiero. Not I: Hierony- no farther back than the 28th

mo, beware; go by, go by. Year of Henry VIIIth, we find So Sly here, not caring to be it used to signify a Constable. dund by the Hostess, cries to her

THEOBALD. in Effect. “ Don't be trouble


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Wind borns. Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

hounds, Brach, Merriman, the poor cur is imboft'; And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth’s Bracb. 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.

Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord ;
He cried upon it at the meerest loss,
And twice to day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccbo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all,
To morrow I intend to hunt again.

Hun. I will, my Lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk ? fee, doth

he breathe ?
? Hun, He breathes, my Lord. Were he not

warm'd with ale, This were a bed but cold, to sleep so foundly.

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! -Grio death, how foul and loathsome is thy image! Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapt in sweet cloaths; rings put upon his fingers ; A most delicious banquet by his bed,


Brach, Merriman,] Sir T. I believe the common pra&ice of Hanmer reads, Leech Merriman, huntsmen, but the present read. that is, apply fome remedies to ing may stand Merriman, the poor cur has his tender well my hounds, jeints swelled. Perhaps we might Brach --. Merriman --- he poor read, barbe Merriman, which is cur is imboft.


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And brave attendants near him, when he wakes ;
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

i Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chufe.
2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he

wak’d. Lord. Even as a fatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy, Then take him up, and manage well the jest: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, Andhang it round with all my wanton pictures; Balm his foul head with 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 heav'nly found; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And with a low submislive reverence Say, what is it your Honour will command? Let one attend him with a silver barop Full of rose water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Another bear the ewer ; a 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 ; Persuade him, that he hath been lunatick. And when he says he is, say, that he dreams ; For he is nothing but a mighty Lord. This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs : It will be pastime passing excellent, If it be husbanded with modestyo. i Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our

part, As he small think, by our true diligence, He is no less than what we say he is.

Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him ;

6] By modefty is meant moderation, without suffering Our merriment to break into any excess.


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