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Duke sen. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to
Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
SCENE VIII. Enter Jaques de Boyes.
Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two,
Duke sen. Welcome, young man :
Jaq. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly,
Jaq. de B. He hath.
There is much matter to be heard and learn’d.
[To the Clown. Is but for two months victual'd: fo to your pleasures : I am for other than for dancing measures.
Duke fen. Stay, Jaques, ftay.
Jaq. To see no pastime, I: what you would have, I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave, [Exit.
Duke sen. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these rites, As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
E P I L O
L OG UE. Rof. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wipe they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What à cafe am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor can insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am not furnish'd like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me. My way is to conjure youi, and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as pleases them: and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your fimpering, none of
you hate them), to like as much as pleases them : that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman *, I would kiss as many of you as had beards, that pleas’d me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defy'd not: and, I am sure, as many at have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make my curt’sie, bid me farewel.
[Exeunt omnes. Note, that in this author's time the parts of women were ale ways performed by men or boys.
CHARACTERS in the INDUCTION. A Lord, before whom the play is Page, Players, Huntsmen, ard suppos’d to be play'd.
other ervants attending on the Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker. Lord. Holteis.
DRAMA TIS PERSONA. BAPTIST A, father to Catham, Erniello
, servants to Lucentia Vincentio, an old gentleman of | Grumio, fervait to Petruchio. lija.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love personate Vincentio. with Bianca.
Catharina, the forew.
, Haber daßers; with fervani s attending on Baptista and Petruchio,
SCENE, fometimes in Padua, and sometimes in Petruchio's house
in the country,
Before an alehouse on a heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly. Sly. '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 Conqueror; therefore paucus jallabris *; let the world Dide : Sefa. * Meaning poeas pakabras, Spanish, few words, Mr Theobald. VOL. II.
Hoft. You will not pay for the glasses you have burft?
Sly. No, 'not a deniere': go by, Jeronimo * go to thy cold bed, and warm thee,
Hoft. I know my remedy'; I must-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 him come, and kindly.
S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ.
Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with a train.
Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
it at the ineerest 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 Echo were as feet, I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch. But lap 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? 2 Hur. He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd
with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep fo 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,
* Go by, Jeronimy, 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, and Flet her, and other writers near that uime. It a
sofe first from a passage in an old play called Hieronymo, or, "The 1 Spanish traged).
Wrapp'd in sweet cloaths ; rings put upon his fingers;
I Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chufer
I Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our party
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him;
[Some bear out Sly. Sound trumpette