BAPTISTA.
Vincentio.
GREMIO.
HORTENSIC.
Lucentio.
TRANIO.
BIONDELLO.
PETRUCHIO.
GRUMIO.
Curtis.
Five other Servants; a Pedant; Taylor ;
Haberdasher ; Servant to Baptista.

CATHERINE, BIANCA. Widow.

Other Attendants, Guests, Players, &c.
Scene, sometimes in Padua; fometimes at Petruchio's

Country-House.

SCENE I. A Hedge- Alebouse. “ Sly upon a Bench before it ; Hostess ftanding by him.

“ lide: Sela!

I'L
'LL pheeze you, in faith.

Hoft. 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 con-
queror. Thereforė, paucas pallabris ; let the world

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

Sly. No, not a deniere : Go by, Jeronimy ;-Go “ to thy cold bed, and warm thee,

“ Hoft. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough.

[Exit. This title is so far fortunate as to furnih considerable latitude for comic ideas; pleasant situations and laughable incidents.

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“ 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 from off bis Bench, and feeps.

Horns. Enkr a Lord, from bunting ; Huntsmen, and Servants,

witb bim.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
Leech Merriman,—the poor cur is imboft,-
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'ft 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.

1. H. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
He cry'd upon it at the meerelt loss,
And twice to day pick'd out the dulleft fcent:
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

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

1. H. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk: See, doth

he breathe ? 2. H. 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, Wrap'd in sweet cloaths, rings put upon his fingers, A inost delicious banquet by his bed, 'And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself *?

1. H. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2. H. It would seem strange unto him when he wak’d.

His lordship in this speech starts an innocent and not improbable fuggestion of pleasantry, for liquor does in many persons obliterate all trace of what has happened during its poffeffion of the objects.

Lord. Even as a flatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy. Then take him

up,
and
manage

well the jeft :-
Carry him gently to my faireft 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 mufick ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly found ;
And if he chance to speak, be ready ftraight,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say,-- What is it your honour will command ?
Let one attend him with a silver bason,
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 ak 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's poor, say-that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs;
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty.

H. My lord, I warrant you, we will play our part, As he shall 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 ; And each one to his office, when he wakes.

[Exeunt fome with Sly. Trumpet heard. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :

[Exit Servant. Belike, fome noble gentleman ; that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

Re-enter ervant. How now? who is't?

Ser. An't please your honour, players, That come to offer service to your lordship.

1.

Lord. Bid them come near.

Exter certain Players
Now, fellows, you are welcome.

Pla. We thank your honour.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?
2. P. So please your lord taip to accept our duty.

Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
Since once be play'd a farmer's eldest son ;-
"Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well :
I have forgot your name; but, fure, that part
Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

1. P. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means.

Lord. Tis very true ;-tbou didit it excellent.-
Well, you are come to me in happy time;
The rather for I have fome sport in hand,
Wherein your conding can alift me much.
There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
But I am doubtful of your modeties;
Leit, over-eying of his odd behaviour,
(For yet his honour never heard a play)
You break into some merry paffion,
And so offend him ; for I tell you, firs,
If you Naould smile, he grows impatient.

1. P. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he tbe verieit antick in the word.

Lord. Go, firrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one ; Let there want nothing that my house affords.

(Exexnt Servant, and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

(to another Servant. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady : That cone, conduct bim to the drunkard's chamber, And call him-Madam, do him all obeisance. Tell him from me,-as he will win my love, He bear himself with honourable action;

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