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present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, As beaten hence by your strange lupacy.
1 Serv. O! this it is that makes your lady mourn. Each in his office ready at thy beck :
[Music. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun And twenty caged nightingales do sing : your house,
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch,
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now?
I smell sweet savours, an I feel soft things.-
your hands? as swift
[Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch O, that once more you knew but what you are ! thee straight
These fifteen years you have been in a dream, Adonis painted by a running brook,
Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept. And Cytherea all in sedges bid,
Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
nap. Even as the waving sedges play with wind. But did I never speak of all that time?
Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid, 1 Serv. O! yes, my lord, but very idle words ;And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, As lively painted as the deeď was done.
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door, 3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny And rail upon the hostess of the house, wood,
And say you would present her at the leet, Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds; Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no Thou hast a lady, far more beautiful
such maid, Than any woman in this waning age.
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, thee,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell
, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, And twenty more such names and men as these, She was the fairest creature in the world;
Which never were, nor no man ever saw. And yet she is inferior to none.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amen is
For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed. Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants.
I hope this reason stands for my excuse. Page. How fares my noble lord ?
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. | long; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams Where is my wife?
again : I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh Page. Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her? and the blood. Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband ?
Enter a Servant. My men should call me lord : I am your good-man. Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendPage. My husband and my lord, my lord and
Are come to play a pleasant comedy; I am your wife in all obedience.
For so your doctors hold it very meet, Sly. I know it well.— What must I call her? Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your blood, Lord. Madam.
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy : Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam ?
Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Lord. Madam, and nothing else : so lords call And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Jadies.
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd. And slept above some fifteen year and more. commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, trick ? Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
Page. No, my good lord : it is more pleasiny Sly. 'Tis much.—Servants, leave me and her
Sly. What, household stuff? Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Page. It is a kind of history. Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you Sly. Well, we'll see it. Come, madam wife, sit To pardon me yet for a night or two;
by my side, Or if not so, until the sun be set,
And let the world slip: we shall no'er be younger. 12
SCENE I.–Padua. A Public Place.
Enter Lucentio, and Tranio. Luc. Tranio, since, for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy ; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approv'd in all, Here let us breathe, and haply institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being; and my father, first A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincentio's come of the Bentivolii.
Tra. Me perdonato, gentle master mine,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy :
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Only, good master, while we do admire
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd. This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Go in, Bianca.
[Exit BIANCA Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray ;
And for I know, she taketh most delight Or so devote to Aristotle's ethicks,
In music, instruments, and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Eril.
I not! If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, We could at once put us in readiness,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave ? Ha! And take a lodging fit to entertain
[Eril. Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts But stay awhile : what company is this?
are so good, here's none will hold you. Their Tra. Muster, some show, to welcome us to town. love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow
our nails together, and fast it fairly out: our cake's Enter BaptistA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO,
dough on both sides. Farewell :-yet, for the love and HORTENSIO. Lucentio and Tranio stand
I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means aside.
light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, delights, I will wish him to her father. For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;
Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter, pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet Before I have a husband for the elder.
never brook'd parle, know now upon advice, it If either of you both love Katharina,
toucheth us both, that we may yet again have Because I know you well, and love you well, access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing Gre. To cart her rather: she's too rough for 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray ?
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Ilor. I say, a husband.
though her father be very rich, any man is so very Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
a fool as to be married to hell ! Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear: Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your paI wis, it is not half way to her heart;
tience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, But, if it were, doubt not her care should be
man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, could light on them, would take her with all faults, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. and money enough.
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! Gre, I cannot tell, but I had as lief take her
dowry with this condition,—to be whipped at the
Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law Luc. But in the other's silence do I see
makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly Maids' mild behaviour, and sobriety.
maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughPeace, Tranio!
ter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husTra. Well said, master : mum! and gaze your band, and then have to't afresh.--Sweet Bianca !fill.
Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets
Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him
the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, Kath. A pretty peat! it is best
and rid the house of her. Come on. Put finger in the eye, -an she knew why.
(Ereunt Gremio and HortensiO. Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. Tra. (Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, is it Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :
possible My books, and instruments, shall be my company,
That love should of a sudden take such hold ! On them to look, and practise by myself.
Luc. 0, Tranio! till I found it to be true, Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva I never thought it possible, or likely; speak.
But see! while idly I stood looking on, Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? I found the effect of love in idleness ; Sorry am I, that our good will effects
And now in plaindess do confess to thee,
That art to me as secret, and as dear,
Tranio, I burn, I pine; I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl.
Here comes the rogue.--Sirrah, where have you Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
been? Affection is not rated from the heart:
Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now! If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,
where are you? Redime le captum, quam queas minimo.
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes, Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; Or you stol'n his, or both? pray, what's the news? The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, And therefore frame your manners to the time. Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Your fellow Tranio, here, to save my life,
Luc. O! yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his ;
While I make way from hence to save my life. Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,
You understand me? That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ? Bion.
I, sir ? ne'er a whit. Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth : And with her breath she did perfume the air : Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio. Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.
Bion. The better for him; 'would I were so too! Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next trance.
wish after, I pray, awake, sir : if you love the maid,
That Lucentio, indeed, had Baptista's youngest Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it daughter. stands :
But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
advise That, till the father rid his hands of her,
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of Master, your love must live a maid at home ;
companies : And therefore has he closely mow'd her up, When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors. But in all places else, your master, Lucentio. Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
Luc. Tranio, let's go.-
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted.
Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty.
[Ereunt. Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the Luc. Tell me thine first.
You will be schoolmaster, Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, And undertake the teaching of the maid :
surely: comes there any more of it? That's your device.
Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madamı
Enter PETRUChio, and GRUMIO. We have not yet been seen in any house,
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave, Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,
To see my friends in Padua ; but, of all, For man, or master: then, it follows thus;
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house.-
Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa
there any man has rebused your worship? 'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so :-Tranio, at once Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Uncase theq; take iny colour'd hat and cloak : Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, When Biondello comes, he waits on thee,
sir, that I should knock you here, sir ? But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate ;
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. And rap me well, or I'll knock your kpave's pate. In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome.—I should And I am tied to be obedient;
knock you first, (For so your father charg'd me at our parting; And then I know after who comes by the worst. "Be serviceable to my son,” quoth he,
Pet. Will it not be ? Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,)
Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it: I am content to be Lucentio,
I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. Because so well I love Lucentio.
(He wrings Grumlo by the ears Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves, Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. And let me be a slave, t' achieve that maid
Pet. Now, knock when I bid you: sirrah' vil Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded øye. lain!