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in the INDUCTION.
A Lord, before whom the play is | Page, Players, Huntsmen, and suppos’d to be play'd.
other Servunts Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker. Lord. Hostess.
nding on the
BAPTIST A, father to Catha-y, Tranio,
ents to Lucentia. rina and Bianca; very rich. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Grumio, servant to Petruchio. Pisa.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to Lucentio, fon to Vincentio, in love perfonite Vincentio. with Bianca.
Catharina, the forew. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona Bianca, her sister. a fuitor to Catharina.
, } prètenders 19 Bianca. Taylor, Haberdasaers; with fer
vants attending on Baptista and Petruclio.
SCENE, limetimes in Padua, and sometimes in Petruchio's house
ixi the country.
IN DU C TI O
S'C E N E
Before an alehouse on a heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly.
Sly. 'LL phceze you, in faith.
Hoft. A pair of socks, 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 slide : Sella. * Meaning pocas palabras, Spanish, few words, Mr Theobald. VOL. II.
Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? Sly. No, not a deniere : go by, Jeronimo* to thy cold bed, and warm thee,
Hoft. I know my remedy ; I muft go fetch the third borough.
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law; I'll not budge an inch, boy; let hiin come, and kindly.
S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.
Wind horns. Enter a Lçrd from hunting, with a train.
Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
Hun. I will, my Lord.
with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so foundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies ! Grim death, how foul and lothsome is thy image! Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
* Goby, Jeronim', was a kind of by-word in the author's days, as appears by is being used in the same manner by Ben. Johnson, Beaumont, an Flet jer, and other writers near that ciine. It arose firit from a passage in an old play called Hicronym, or, The Spanish traged,
Wrapp'd in sweet cloaths ; rings put upon - his fingers ;
1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chuse. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he
wak'd. 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 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 fpeak, be ready straight, And with a low submissive reverence Say, What is it your Horour will command ? Let ope attend him with a silver bafon Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers ; Another bear the ewer; a third a diaper; And say, Wilt please your Lordihip cool your hands? Some one be ready with a costly fuit, And ask him what apparel he will wear ; Another tell him of his hounds and horfe, And that his lady mourns at his disease; Persuade him that he hath been lunatic: 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 modefty.
I Hun, My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our party As he shall think, by our true diligence, He is po 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.
[Some bear out Sly. Sound trumpets, . Sirrah, go
fee what trumpet is that sounds. Belike, fome noble gentleman that means, [Ex.fervant.. Travelling some journey, to repose him here..
How now? who is it?
Ser. An't please your Honour, players
Play. We thank your Honour.
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
Sim. I think 'twas Soto that your Honour means.
Lord. 'Tis very true; thou didst it excellent.
Play. Fear not, my Lord, we can contain ourfelves; Were he the veriest antic in the world.
2 Play. [to the other.] Go get a dishclout to make clean your shoes, and I'll speak for the properties.
[Exit Pinger. My Lord, we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property, and a little vinegar to make our devil roar.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that the house affords.
[Exit one with the players. Sirrah, go you 10 Bartholomew my page, And see him dress’d in all suits like a lady.
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamberg,
into extremes. Exit Lords
Changes to a bedchamber in the Lord's bouse. Enter Sly with attendants, fome with apparel, bajon;
andewer, and other appurtenazces. Re-enter Lord. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
i Serv, Will't please your Lordship drink a cup of sack :