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Persons in the
Pedant, an old Fellow, set up to personale l'in-
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken
Hostess, Page, Players, Hunts-
men, and other Servants at-
tending on the Lord,
BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca,
PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, c Suitor to
}Suitors to Bianca. TRANIO, BIONDELLO,
Servants to Lucento. GRUMIO; }Servants to Petruchio.
Branca, her sister hrews, Daughters lo Baptists.
Baptista and Petruchio.
SCENE,—Sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in
Petruchio's House in the Country.
SCENE I.-Before an Ale-house on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and SLY.
Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.
Host. 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 slide :
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have bursi ?
Sly. No, not a devier : Go by, says Jeronimy;
Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy, I inust go fetch the thirdborough.
(Erit. 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.
(Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.)
Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with
Huntsmen and Servants.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender tell my
Brash Merriman,- the poor cur is embras'd,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
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.
1 Hun. Why, Bulman is as good as he, my lord;
He cried upon it at the merest 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 such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
I Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here ? one deac!, or drunk ? See, doth
he breathe ?
[with ale, 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warn'd 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,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
| Hun. Beliere me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy.
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Carry him gently to my fairese 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 heavenly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say.- What is it your honour will command ?
Let one attend him with a silver basin,
Pull of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ever, the third a diaper,
And say,-Wilt please your lor:Jahip cool your hands ?
Some one he ready with a costly suit,
And ask 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 lie hath been luuatic ;
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 modesty.
| Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part,
As he shall thing, 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.-
(Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds)
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :-
Belike some noble gentleman, that means,
Travelling some journey, to repose hiin here. -
Re-enter a Sernant.
How now? who is it?
An it please your honour,
Players, that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near ;
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
1 Play. We thank your bonour.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?
2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; -
'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well :
I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means
Lord. Tis very true,-thou didst it excellent
Well, you are come to me in happy time;
The rather for I have some sport in hand,
Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
But I am doubtful of your modesties;
Lebt, over-eying of his odd behaviour,