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Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.-
Of that, and all the progress, more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express;
All yet seems well; and, if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
[Flourish.

Advancing.

The King's a beggar, now the play is done;
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day;
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts:
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.

[Exeunt,

TAMING

OF

THE SHREW.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

A Lord.
CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen,
and other Servants attending on the
Lord.

BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pisa.

Persons in the Induc

tion.

LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Katharina.

GREMIO, Suitors to Bianca.

HORTENSIO,

TRANIO,

Servants to Lucentio.

BIONDELLO,

GRUMIO,

Servants to Petruchio.

CURTIS,

Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.

KATHARINA, the Shrew, Daughters to Baptista. BIANCA, her Sister,

Widow.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE-Sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

Taming of the Shrew.

INDUCTION.

SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and SLY.

Sly. I'LL pheeze 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, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy;

Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third borough.

[Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'l 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 well my hounds:

Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'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 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;

He cried upon it at the merest loss,

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