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Am I or that, or this, for what he'll utter, derive me ill will to speak of, therefore I will That will speak any thing?
not speak what I know. King. She bath that ring of yours.
King. Thou hast spoken all already, unless Ber. I think, she has: certain it is, I lik'd thou canst say they are married : But thou art her,
too fine* in thy evidence: therefore stand And boarded her i'the wanton way of youth: This ring, you say, was yours? (aside. She knew her distance, and did angle for me, Dia. Ay, my good lord. Madding my eagerness with her restraint, k’ing. Where did you buy it? or who gave it As all impediments in fancy's* course
you? Are motives of more fancy; and, in tine, Dia. It was not given me, nor I did not Her insuit coming with her modern grace,t
buy it. Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;
King. Who lent it you?
King. Where did you find it then?
Diu. I found it not. You, that turn'd off a first so noble wife, King. If it were yours by none of all these May justly diet me. I pray you yet,
How could you give it him?
(ways, (Since you lack virtue, I will lose a husband,) Dia. I never gave it him. Send for your ring, I will return it home, Laf. This woman's an easy glove, ny lord; And give me mine again.
she goes off and on at pleasure. Ber. I have it not.
king. This ring was mine, I gave it his first King. What ring was yours, I pray you ?
wife. Dia. Sir, much like
Dia. It might be yours, or hers, for aught I The same upon your finger.
know. King. Know you this ring? this ring was his King. Take her away, I do not like her now; of late.
To prison with her: and away with him.Dia. And this was it I gave him, being a-bed. Unless thou tell’st me where thou had'st this King. The story then goes false, you threw it Thou diest within this hour.
(ring, Out ot a casement.
Dia. I'll never tell you. Dia. I have spoke the truth.
King. Take her away.
Diu. I'll put in bail, my liege.
King. I think thee now some common custoBer. My lord, I do confess, the ring was hers.
mer.t King. You boggle shrewdly, every feather Dia. By Jove, if ever I know man, 'twas
you. Is this the man you speak of?
King. Wherefore hast thou accus'd hin all Dia. Ay, my lord.
this while ? King. Tell me, sirrah, but, tell me true, I Dia. Because he's guilty, and he is not charge you,
guilty; Not fearing the displeasure of your master, He knows, I am no maid, and he'll swear to't: (Which, on your just proceeding, I'll keep off,) I'll swear, I am a maid, and he knows not. By him, and by this woman here, what know Great king, I am no strumpet, by my life;
I am either maid, or else this old man's wife. Par. So please your majesty, my master hath
(Pointing to LAFEU. been an honourable gentleman; tricks he hath King. She does abuse our ears; to prison had in him, which gentlemen have.
with her. King. Come, come, to the purpose: Did he Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail.–Stay, love this woman?
Exit Widow. Par. 'Faith, Sir, he did love her; But how? The jeweller, that owest the ring, is sent for, King. How, I pray you?
And he shall surety me.
But for this lord, Par. He did love her, Sir, as a gentleman Who hath abus'd me, as he knows himself, loves a woman.
Though yet he never harm’d me, here I quit King. How is that?
him : Par. He loved her, Sir, and loved her not. He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd; King. As thou art a knave, and no knave:- And at that time he got his wife with child: What an equivocal companions is this? Dead though she be, she feels her young one Par. I am a poor man, and at your majesty's
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: Laf. He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty And now behold the meaning. orator. Dia. Do you know, he promised me mar
Re-enter Widow, with HELENA.
King. Is there no exorcista
Hel. No, my good lord;
Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon ! and talked of Satan, and of limbo, and of fu- Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this ries, and I know not what: yet I was in that maid,
(ring, credit with them at that time, that I knew of I found you wondrous kind. There is your their going to bed; and of other motions, as And, look you, here's your letter; This it says, promising her marriage, and things that would When from my finger you can get this ring,
And are by me with child, &c.—This is done: * Love.
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won? † Her solicitation concurring with her appearance of being common.
* Too artful. + Common woman. * May justly make me fast. $ Fellow.
Ber. If she, my liege, can make me know For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid, this clearly,
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly. Of that, and all the progress, more and less, Hel. If it appear not plain, and prove un- Resolvedly more leisure shall express : true,
All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet, Deadly divorce step between me and you ! - The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. 0, my dear mother, do I see you living?
[Flourish. 'Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep
Advancing. anon :-Good Tom Drum, [To PAROLLES.) lenc me a handkerchief: So, I thank thee; wait on The king's a beggar, now the play is done: me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy All is well ended, if this suit be won, courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
That you express content ; which we will pay, King. Let us from point to point this story with strife to please you, duy exceeding day: know,
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;* To make the even truth in pleasure flow:- Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
[Exeunt. [To Diana.
* I.e. Hear us without interruption, and take our parts, Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy support and defend us.
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
CHARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION A LORD.
To the original Play of The Taming of a Shrer, CHRISTOPHER Sly, a drunken
entered on the Stationers' books in 1594, and Tinker.
printed in quarto, in 1607. Hostess, Page, Players, Hunts
tion. men, and other servants attend
A Lord, &c. ing on the Lord.
Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c.
ALPHONSUS, a merchant of Athens.
JEROBEL, Duke of Cestus.
AURELius, his Son, ? Suitors to the Daughters TRANIO,
Servants to Lucentio. BIONDELLO, S.
of Alphonsus. GRUMIO,
Valeria, Servant to Aurelius.
SANDER, Servant to Ferando.
Duke. 2 BIANCAher Sister
Daughters to Alphonsus. WIDOW. Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando on Baptista and Petruchio.
and Alphonsus. SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes Scene, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's in Petruchio's House in the Country.
Brach* Merriman,--the poor cur is emboss'd, SCENE 1.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd
brach. Enter Hostess and SLY.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Sly. I'll pheese* you, in faith.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard He cried upon it at the merest loss, [lord; Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ;t let And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: the world slide : Sessa!t
Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Host. You will not pay for the glasses you Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, have burst?
I would esteem him worth a dozen such. Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeroni- But sup them well, and look unto them all ; my;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.. To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch 1 Hun. I will, my lord. the thirdborough.
[Erit. Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll See, doth he breathe? answer him by law: I'll not þudge an inch, 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not boy; let him come, and kindly.
warm’d with ale, [Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine Wind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting, with
[image! Huntsmen and Servants.
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thino Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. my hounds:
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, * Beat or knock
+ Few words. Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his 1 Be quiet.
Broke. ni This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in bur.
fingers, lesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish | A most delicious banquet by his bed, Tragedy. 1 An officer whose authority'equals a constable.
And brave attendants near him when he Well, you are come to me in happy time; wakes,
The rather for I have some sport in hand, Would not the beggar then forget himself? Wherein your cunning can assist me much. i Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot There is a lord will hear you play to-night: choose.
But I am doubtful of your modesties : 2 Hlun. It would seem strange unto him when Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, he wak'd.
(For yet his honour never heard a play,) Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth- You break into some merry passion, less fancy.
And so offend him : for I tell you, Sirs, Then take him up, and manage well the jest :- If you should smile, he grows impatient. Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, i Play. Fear not, my lord ; we can contain And hang it round with all my wanton pic
Were he the veriest antick in the world. Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Lord. Go, sirrab, take them to the buttery, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging And give them friendly welcome every one : sweet:
Let them want nothing
that my house affords. Procure me music ready when he wakes,
(Exeunt SERVANT and PLAYERS. To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
(To & SERVANT. And, with a low submissive reverence, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Say-What is it your honour will command ? That done, conduct him to the drunkard's Let one attend him with a silver bason,
chamber, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with tlowers; And call him—madam, do himn obeisance, Another bear the ewer,* the third a diaper, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) And say,-Will't please your lordship cool He bear himself with honourable action, your hands?
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Some one be ready with a costly suit,
Unto their lords, by them accomplished : And ask him what apparel he will wear; Such duty to the drunkard let him do, Another tell him of his hounds and horse, With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; And that his lady mourns at his disease : And say,-What is't your honour will comPersuade him, that he hath been lunatic;
mand, And, when he says he is, say, that he dreams, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
May show her duty, and make kugwn her love? This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs; And then-with kind embracements, tempting It will be pastime passing excellent,
kisses, If it be husbanded with modesty.
And with declining head into his bosom, 1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd our part,
To see her noble lord restor'd to health, As he shall think, by our true diligence, Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him He is no less than what we say he is.
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with And if the boy have not a woman's gist, him ;
To rain a shower of commanded tears, And each one to his office, when he wakes.- An onion will do well for such a shift;
[Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds. Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds:- Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. (canst;
[Exit Servant. See this despatch'd with all the baste thou Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Anon I'll give thee more instructions.-some journey, to repose him here.
I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Re-enter a SERVANT.
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman How now? who is it?
I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband;
And how my men will stay themselves from Serv. An it please your honour,
laughter, Players that offer service to your lordship. Lord. Bid them come near :
When they do homage to this simple peasant.
I'll in to counsel them: haply* my presence Enter PLAYERS.
May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to.
SCENE II. night?
A Bedchamber in the LORD's House. 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
Sly is discovered in a rich night gown, with AtLord. With all my heart. This fellow I re. tendants; some with apparel, others with bason, remember,
ever, and other appurtenances. Enter LORD, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son; dressed like a Seruunt. 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well:
Sly. For God's sake a pot of small ale. I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part i Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd!
cup of sack? , 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour
2 Serv. Will’t please your honour taste of
these conserves ? Lord. "Tis very true ;-thou didst'it excel
3 Sert. What raiment will your honour wear lent.
Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me
honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? my life; and if you give me any conserves, give Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what rai- I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; ment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly. feet than shoes, or such' shoes as my toes look Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; through the over-leather.
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash honour!
your bands? 0, that a mighty man, of such descent,
[Servants present an ewer, basin, and napkin. Of such possessions, and so high esteem, 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! Should be infused with so foul a spirit! 0, that once more you knew but what you are!"
Sly. What, would you make me mad ? Am These fifteen years you have been in a dream; pot I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton | Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. heath ; by birth a pedlar, by education a card- Sly. These fifteen years, by my fay,* a goodly maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now
nap. by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian But did I never speak of all that time? Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words :me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, the score for sheer ale, score me up for the Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; lyingest koave in Christendom. What, I am And rail upon the hostess of the house; not bestraught :* Here's
And say, you would present her at the leet,+ 1 Sere. O, this it is, that makes your lady Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd mourn.
[Hacket. 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants Sometimes you would call out for Cicely droop.
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun 3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor your house,
no such maid; As beaten hence by your strange lunacy, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, 0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth ; (ment, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish And Peter Turt, and Henry Pimpernell; And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: And twenty more such names and men as these, Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Which never were, nor no man ever saw. Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
All. Amen. And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
Enter the PAGE, as a lady, with attendants. On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. [ground: Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the Page. How fares my noble lord? Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Sly. Marry, I feie well; for here is cheer Theiriharness studded all with gold and pearl.
enough. Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will Where is my wife ?
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
with her? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call methem,
husband? And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. My men should call me-lord; I am your good1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds
man. are as swift
Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
husband; 2.Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will I am your wife in all obedience. fetch thee straight
Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her? Adonis, painted by a running brook :
Lord. Madam. And Cytherea all in sedges hid; [breath, Sly. Al’ce madam, or Joan madam ? .Which seem to move and wanton with her Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
call ladies. Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
dream'd, and slept As lively painted as the deed was done. Above some fifteen year and more. 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; wood;
[bleeds : Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. Scratching her legs that one shall swear sbe Sly. "Tis much; -Servants leave me and And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
her alone. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a Page. Thrice noblé lord, let me entreat of Thou hast a lady far more beautiful [lord:
you, Than any woman in this waning age.
To pardon me yet for a night or two; 1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed Or, if not so, until the sun be set: for thee,
For your physicians have expressly charg'd, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face, In peril to incur your former malady, She was the fairest creature in the world; That I should yet absent me from your bed: And yet she is inferior to none.
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. * Distracted.