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Procure me music ready when he wakes,

'T was where you wooed the gentlewoman so well : To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;

I have forgot your name; but sure that part And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Was aptly fitted, and naturally performed. And, with a low submissive reverence,

1st Play. I think ’t was Soto that your honor Say, “What is it your honor will command ?

means. Let one attend him with a silver basin,

Lord. 'Tis very true; - thou didst it excellent. Full of rosewater, and bestrewed with flowers; Well, you are come to me in happy time; Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, The rather for I have some sport in hand, And say, “Wilt please your lordship cool your Wherein your cunning can assist me much. hands?"

There is a lord will hear you play to-night: Some one be ready with a costly suit,

But I am doubtful of your modesties ; And ask him what apparel he will wear ;

Lest, over-eying of his odd behavior Another tell him of his hounds and horse, (For yet his honor never heard a play), And that his lady mourns at his disease :

You break into some merry passion, Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;

And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, And, when he says he is, say that he dreams, If you should smile, he grows impatient. For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

1st Play. Fear not, my lord: we can contain This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs

ourselves, It will be pastime passing excellent,

Were he the veriest antic in the world. If it be husbanded with modesty.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 1st Hun. My lord, I warrant you we 'll play our And give them friendly welcome every one: part,

Let them want nothing that my house affords. And he shall think, by our true diligence,

[Exeunt Servant and Players. He is no less than what we say he is.

Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with

[To a Servant. him;

And see him dressed in all suits like a lady: And each one to his office, when he wakes. That done, conduct him to the drunkard's cham[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds.

ber, Sirrah, go see what trumpet ’t is that sounds : And call him “Madam," do him obeisance.

[Exit Servant. Tell him from me (as he will win my love), Belike some noble gentleman, that means, He bear himself with honorable action, Traveling some journey, to repose him here. Such as he hath observed in noble ladies

Unto their lords, by them accomplishéd:
Re-enter a Servant.

Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
How now? who is it?

With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; Serv. An it please your honor,

And say, “What is 't your honor will command, Players that offer service to your lordship. Wherein your lady and your humble wife Lord. Bid them come near :

May shew her duty and make known her love ?

And then, with kind embracements, tempting Enter Players.

Now fellows, you are welcome. And with declining head into his bosom,
1st Play. We thank


Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? To see her noble lord restored to health, 2nd Play. So please your lordship to accept our Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him duty.

No better than a poor and loathsome beggar; Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I re- And if the boy have not a woman's gift member.

To rain a shower of commanded tears, Since once he played a farmer's eldest son ;- An onion will do well for such a shift;

Which in a napkin being close conveyed, heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a card Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by See this despatched with all the laste thou present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, canst;

the fat alewife of Wincot, if she know me not: if Anon I'll give thee more instructions.

she say I am not fourteen-pence on the score for sheer

[Exit Servant. ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in ChrisI know the boy will well usurp the grace, tendom. What, I am not bestraught! Here's Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman;

1st Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady I long to hear him call the drunkard “husband;"

mourn. And how my men will stay themselves from 2nd Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants laughter,

droop. When they do homage to this simple peasant. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun I'll in to counsel them : haply, my presence

your house, May well abate the over-merry spleen,

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Which otherwise would grow into extremes. O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

[Exeunt. Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams :

Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
SCENE II. – A Bedchamber in the Lord's Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark ! Apollo plays,

[Music. Sly is discovered in a rich nightgown, with At- And twenty cagéd nightingales do sing:

tendants ; some with apparel, others with basin, Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed dressed like a Servant.

On purpose trimmed up for Semiramis. Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: 1st Serv. Will’t please your lordship drink a Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapped,

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. 2nd Serv. Will 't please your honor taste of Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will

these conserves ? 3rd Serv. What raiment will your honor wear Above the morning lark : or wilt thou hunt? to-day?

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Sly. I am Christopher Sly: call not me “hon- And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. or,” por “lordship.” I never drank sack in my 1st Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds life; and if you give me any conserves, give me

are as swift conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment As breathéd stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, 2nd Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes

fetch thee straight than feet; nay, sometimes more feet than shoes, Adonis, painted by a running brook; or such shoes as my toes look through the over- And Cytheréa all in sedges hid, leather.

Which seem to move and wanton with her Lord. Heaven cease this idle humor in your

breath, honor!

Even as the waving sedges play with wind. 0, that a mighty man of such descent,

Lord. We'll shew thee Io, as she was a maid; Of such possessions and such high esteem,

And how she was beguiléd and surprised, Should be infused with so foul a spirit !

As lively painted as the deed was done. Sly. What, would you make me mad ? Am 3rd Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton

wood !

cup of sack ?



Scratching her legs that one shall swear she Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good bleeds :

amends ! And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

All. Amen. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord; Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants. Than any woman in this waning age.

Page. How fares


noble lord ? 1st Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer for thee,

enough. Like envious floods, o'erran her lovely face, Where is my wife? She was the fairest creature in the world;

Page. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with And yet she is inferior to none.

her? Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me Or do I dream ? or have I dreamed till now?

" husband ?I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

My men should call me “lord;” I am your goodI smell sweet savors, and I feel soft things : Upon my life, I am a lord indeed;

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.

husband; Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

I am your wife in all obedience; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

Sly. I know it well.—What must I call her? 2nd Serv. Will't please your mightiness to Lord. Madam. wash your hands?

Sly. Al' ce madam, or Joan madam? [Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call O, how we joy to see your wits restored !

ladies. O, that once more you knew but what

are !

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dreamed
These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept. Above some fifteen year and more.
Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,

Being all this time abandoned from your bed. But did I never speak of all that time?

Sly. 'Tis much.-Servants, leave me and her 1st Serv. O yes, my lord; but very



Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; To pardon me yet for a night or two; And rail upon the hostess of the house;

Or if not so, until the sun

be set : And say you would present her at the leet, For your physicians have expressly charged, Because she brought stone jugs, and no sealed In peril to incur your former malady, quarts :

That I should yet absent me from your Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. I hope this reason stands for

my excuse. Sly. Ay, the woman 's maid of the house. Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no so long. But I would be loath to fall into my such maid;

dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of Nor no such men as you have reckoned up :

the flesh and the blood. As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,

Enter a Servant. And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; And twenty more such names and men Serv. Your honor's players, hearing your amendthese,

ment, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

and slept



For so your

doctors hold it very meet :

commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your trick ? blood,

Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,

stuff. Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, Sly. What, household stuff? And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Page. It is a kind of history. Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens Sly. Well, we'll see it. Come, madam wife, life.

si: by my side, and let the world slip; we shall Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a ne'er be younger.

[They sit down.

Taming of the Shrew


SCENE I. — Padua. A public Place. This virtue and this moral discipline,

Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;

Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
Luc. Tranio, since — for the great desire I had As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured.
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts -

Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,

And practice rhetoric in your common talk; The pleasant garden of great Italy;

Music and poesy used to quicken you ; And, by my father's love and leave, am armed The mathematics and the metaphysics, With his good will, and thy good company,

Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you: My trusty servant, well approved in all ;

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en :-
Here let us breathe, and happily institute In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
A course of learning and ingenious studies.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou adPisa, renownéd for grave citizens,

vise. Gave me my being; and my father first,

If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, A merchamt of great traffic through the world, We could at once put us in readiness, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

And take a lodging fit to entertain Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence,

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. It shall become to serve all hopes conceived, But stay awhile : what company is this? To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :

Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town. And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, Will I apply that treats of happiness

and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand By virtue 'specially to be achieved.

aside. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come; as he that leaves

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, For how I firmly am resolved you know; And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, Before I have a husband for the elder : I am in all affected as yourself;

If either of you both love Katherine, Glad that you thus continue your resolve

Because I know you well and love you well, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasOnly, good master, while we do admire


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