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A Lord, before whoin the Play is suppos'd to be play'd.
1 Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker, Hostess. Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on
Baptista, Father to Catharina and Bianca; very rich.
Catharina, the Shrew.
Taylor, Haberdashers; with Servants attending on
Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes
in Petruchio's House in the Country.
'LL pheese you', in faith.. 1 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 Conqueror; therefore, paucus pallabris ? ; let the world fide: Selja. .
'Til pheese you,-) To pheeze * no rogues ] That is, no or frase, is to separate a twist in- vagrants, no mean fellows, but to fiogle threads. In the figu. Gentlemen. Tative fense it may well enough ? paucus pallabris ;] Sly, be taken, like reaze or roze, for as an ignorant Fellow, is pura to barrass, to plague. Perhaps posely made to aim at Languages Pil pheeze you, may be equivalent out of his knowledge, and knock to l'li comb g'our 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 occafions. few words : as they do likewise,
Cefa, i. e. be quiet. TheoB. B a
Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ?
Sly. No, not a denier: go by, Jeronimo - go to thy cold bed, and warm thee?.
Hoft. 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. ] All by ;” 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. I THEOBALD. the Poet had no such Intentions. 4- I must go fetch the Head. . The Passage has particular Hu- borough. mour in it, and must have been $ly. Third, or fourth, or fifth very pieasing 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 stood. There is a fustian old Editors pretended to guess at the Play, callid, Hieronymo; Or, Poet's Conceit. What an inlipid, The Spanish Tragedy: which, I unmeaning Reply does Sly make find, was the common Butt of to his Hoftefs? How do tbird, or Rallery to all the Poets of Shake fourth, or fifib 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 Hoftels 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 Third tiers, 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, fome Hiero. Juftice, oh! justice to Conceit started by this certain Hieronymo
Correction ? There is an Attempt Lor. Back; - fee' At thou not, at Wit, tolerable enough for 3 the King is busy?
Tinker, and one drunk tog. Hiero. Oh, is be jo?
Third-borough is a Saxin-Term King. Who is He, that inter- fufficiently explain 'd by the Glofrupis our Bufiness?
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 Confiable. dund by the Hotels, cries to her
THEOBALD. in Efect. “ Don't be trouble
SCENE II. Wind borns. Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
hounds, Bracb, Merriman, the poor cur is imbost'; . And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd Brech. 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 feet, 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 ? see, 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!
Grim 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,
5 Brach, Merriman,] Sir T. I believe the common practice of Harmer reads, Leech Merriman, huntsmen, but the present read. that is; apply fome remedies to ing may itand Merriman, the poor cur has his tender well my hounds, jeints fwelled. Perhaps we might Brach --- Merriman ---the poor read, barbe Merriman, which is , cur is imboft.
And brave attendants near him, when he wakes;
i Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chuse.
i Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll 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;
. mod.sy.] By modesty is meant moderation, without suffering Our merriment to break into any excess.