King. She does abuse our ears ; to prison with her! I'll love her dearly, ever, ever dearly.
Dia. Good mother, fetch my bail !-- Stay, royal sir; llel. Ifit appear not plain, and prove untrue,

[Exit Widow. Deadly divorce step between me and you! -
The jeweller, that owes the ring, is sent for, 0, my dear mother, do I see you living?
And he shall surety me. But for this lord,

Laf. Mine eyes smell onions, I shall weep anon:Who hath abusid me, as he knows himself,

Good Tom Drum, [To Parolles.] lend me a handkerThough yet he never harm’d me, here I quit him: chief. So, I thank thee; wait on me home, I'll make He knows himself, my bed he hath defil'd;

sport with thee. Let thy courtesies alone, they are And at that time he got his wife with child:

scurvy ones.
Dead though she be; she feels her young one kiek; King. Let us from point to point this story know,
So there's my riddle, One, that's dead, is quick: To make the even truth in pleasure flow! -
And now behold the meaning.

If thou be’st yet a fresh uncropped flower, [To Diana.
Re-enter Widow, with Helena.

Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
King. Is there no exorcist

For I can gness, that, by thy honest aid,
Beguiles the trner oflice of mine eyes?

Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.
Is't real, that I see?

Of that, and all the progress, more and less,
Hel. No, my good lord:

Resolvedly more leisure shall
'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,

All yet seems well, and if it end so meet,
The name, and not the thing.

The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. (Flourish.
Ber. Both, both; 0, pardon!

Advancing:
Hel. O, my good lord, when I was like this maid, The king's a beggar, now the play is done :
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring, All is well ended, if the suit be won,
And, look you, here's your letter: this it says, That you express content: which we will

lpay,
When from my finger you can get

this ring,

With strife to please you, day exceeding day: And are by me with child, etc. - This is done: Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts; Will you be mine, now you are doubly won ? Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts. Ber. If she, ny liege, can make me know this clearly,

(Exeunt.

express :

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Person of the 1r a m a.
$ $

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CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken tinker.] Persons in

|Tranio,

servants to Lucentio. Biondello,

the InducHostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and

GRUMIO,

tion. other Servants attending on the Lord.)

Curtis,

servants to Petruchio. BAPTISTA, urich gentleman of Pudua.

Pedant, an old fellow, set up to personate VinVINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa.

centio. LUCENTIO, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. CATHARINA, the Shrew, {daughters to Baptista. Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Ca- Bianca, her sister, tharina.

Widow.
Gremio,
HORTENSIO,
}

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on suitors to Bianca.

Buptista and Petruchio.
Scene,- sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's house in the country.

Sessa!

INDUCTION.

Wird horns. Enter a Lord from hunting,with HuntsSCENE I. - Before an ale-house on a heath.

men and Servants. Enter Hostess and SLY.

Lord.Huntsman, I charge thee,tender well my hounds: Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Brach Merriman,- the poor cur is emboss'd, Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach! Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rognes! Look Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqne- At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault? ror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide : I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

| Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord ; Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? He cried upon it at the merest loss, Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, says Jeronimy; Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:

Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third- Lord. Thon art a fool; if Echo were as fieet, borough.

(Exit. I would esteem him worth a dozen snch. Sky, Third, or fourth, or fifth borongh, rill answer | But sup them well, and look unto them all! him by law : I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, To-morrow I intend to hunt again. and kindly.[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep! 1 Hun. I will, my lord.

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Lord. What's here; one dead, or drunk ? See, doth Lest, over-eying of his odd behavionr, he breathe?

For yet his honour never heard a play,) 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'a You break into some merry passion, with ale,

And so oflend him; fors tell you, sirs,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. If you should smile, he grows impatient.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! i Play. Fear not, my lord! we can contain ourselves,
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! - Were he the veriest antic in the world.
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
Whit think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
And give them friendly welcome every one:

Libeat Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, Let them want nothing, that my house aflords!

90 A most delicious banquet by his bed,

(Exeunt Servant und Players. And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Sirrah, go you to Bartholomey my page,[To u Servant. Would not the beggar then forget himself?

And see him dress'd in all suits, like a lady: 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, hid 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he And call him-madam, do him obeisance ! wak'd.

Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,)
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. He bear himself with honourable action,
Then take him up, and manage well the jest!- Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures : Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, With soli low tongne, and lowly courtesy,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: And say: Whatis't your honour will command,
Procure me music ready, when he wakes,

Wherein your lady, and yonr humble wife,
To make a dulcet aud a heavenly sound;

May show her duty, and make kpown her love?
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, And then---with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
And, with a low submissive reverence,

And with declining head into his bosom,
Say,-What is it your honour will command ? Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed

15 Let one attend him with a silver basin,

To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; Who, for twice seven years, hath esteem'd him
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

No better, thau a poor and loathsome beggar:
And say,-Wil't please your lordship cool your hands? And if the boy have not a woman's gist,
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
To rain a shower of commanded tears,

Ada
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
An onion will do well for such a shift :

And Another tell him of his hounds and horse, Which in a napkin being close convey'd,

WI And that his lady mourns at his disease; Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

Ev Persuade him, that he hath been lupatic; See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst!

1 And, when he says he is -, say, that he dreams; Anon I'll give thee more instructious.-[ExitServant. An For he is nothing but a mighty lord. I know, the boy will well usurp the grace,

As This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs! Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewonian :

3 It will be pastime passing excellent, I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband;

Scr If it be husbanded with modesty.

And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, 1 Ilun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, When they do homage to this simple peasant. As he shallthink, by our true diligence, l'llin to counsel them: haply, my presence

L lleis no less, than what we say, he is.

May well ubate the over-merry spleen, Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exeunt. TE And each one to his office, when he wakes !

1 (Soine bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. SCENE II.- Abedchamber in the Lord's house. 16 Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds! Sly is discovered in urich night-gown, with Atten

[Exit Servant. dants; some with apparel, others with basin, ewer, Belike some noble gentleman, that means,

and other

appurtenances. Enter Lord, dressed like Travelling some journey, to repose him here. Re-enter a Servant.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale ! How now? who is it?

1 Serv. Will’t please your lordslıip drink a cup of Serv. Anit please yonr honour,

sack? Players, that offer service to your lordship.

2 Serv. Will’t please your honour taste of these conLord. Bid them come near!

seryes? Enter Players.

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day? Now, fellows, you are welcome.

Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me —

- honour, 1 Play. Wethank your houour.

nor lordship: I never drank suck in my life; and if you L.ord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef! 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more

Lord. With all my heart. ---This fellow I remember, doublets than backs, no inore stockings thau legs, nor Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;

no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: than shoes, or such shoes, as my toes look through the I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part overleather. Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour! 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means. O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Lord. 'Tis very true;

thou didstit excellent.- Ofsuch possessions, and so high esteem, Well, you are come to me in happy time;

Should be iofused with so foul a spirit!
The rather for I have some sport in hand,

Sly. What, would you muke me mad? Am not I Chri-
Wherein your cunuing can assist me much.

stopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath; by birth a There is a lord will hear you play to-night: pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a But I am doubtful of your modesties ;

bear-herd, and now by preseut profession a tioker?

a servant.

Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
know me not: if she say,I am not fourteen pence on the Serv.Why, sir,you know no house, nor no such maid;
score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave Norno such men, as you have reckou'd up,-
in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught : Here's, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
1 Serv. 0, this it is, that makes your lady mourn. And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
2 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your servants droop. And twenty more such names and men as these,
Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shun your Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
house,

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

All. Amen.
0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants.
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams :

Page. How fares my noble lord ?
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
Each in his office ready at thy beck !

Where is my wife?
Wilt thou have music? hark ! Apollo plays, (Music. Page. Here, noblelord; what is thy will with her?
And twenty caged nightingales do sing.

Sly.Are you my wife, and will not call me-husband ?
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman.
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

I am your wife in all obedience.
Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground. Sly. I know it well. - What must I call her?
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,

Lord. Madam.
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Sly. Al’ce madam, or Joan madam?
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks, will soar Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call ladies.
Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt?

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd aud
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

slept
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. Above some fifteen year and more.
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
as swift,

Being all this time abandon’d from your bed.
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

Sly.'Tis much ;-servants, leave me and her alone!--
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee Madam, undress you, and come now to bed!
straight

Page. Thrice noblelord, let me entreat of you,
Adonis, painted by a running brook :

To pardon me yet for a night or two;
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Or, if not so, until the sun be set
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

In peril to incur your former malady,
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; That I should yet absent me from your bed.
And how she was beguiled and surpris’d,

I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.
As lively painted as the deed was done.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long.
3 Serv. Or Daphne,roaming through a thorny wood; But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again;I will
Scratching her legs,that one shall swear, she bleeds; therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Enter a Servant.
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn ! Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amend-
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :

ment,
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
Than any woman in this waning age.

For so your doctors hold it very meet,
1 Serv.And, till the tears,that she hath shed for thee, Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,
Like envious floods, e'er-ran her lovely face, And melancholy is the nurse offrenzy:
She was the fairest creature in the world;

Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And yet she is interior to none.

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Sly. Am la lord? and have I such a lady?

Which bars a thousaud harms, and lengthens life.
Or do I dream? or havel dream'd till now?

Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a commonI do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

ty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

Page. No, my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff.
Upon my life, I am alord, indeed,

Sly. What, household stuff?
And nota tinker, nor Christophero Sly.-

Page. It is a kind of history.
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my
And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.

side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger. 2 Serv. Will’t please your mightiness to wash your

[They sit down. hands?

[Servants present an ewer, basin and napkin.
0, how we joy to see your wit restor’d!

А ст І.
O, that once more you knew but what you are!

SCENE I. — Padua. A public place.
These fifteen years you have been in a dream ;

Enter LUCENTIO and Tranio.
Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept.

Luc. Tranio, since—for the great desire I had
Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
But did I never speak of all that time?

I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words. The pleasant garden of great Italy,
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say, ye were beaten ont of door,

And, by my father's love and leave, am arm’d
And rail upon the hostess of the house,

With his good will, and thy good company,
And say, you would present her at the leet,

Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all:
Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts :

Here let us breathe, and happily institute
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

A course of learning, and ingenious studies!
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,

a

Gave me my being, and my father first,

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontentA merchant of great traffic through the world, Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii,

My books, aud instruments, shall be my company; Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,

On them to look, and practise by myself, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d,

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:

[Aside. And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Sorry am I, that our good will efl'ects Will I apply, that treats of happiness,

Bianca's grief. By virtue 'specially to be achieve'd.

Gre. Why, will you mew her up, Tell me thy mind! for I have Pisa left,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, Andam to Padua come, as he, that leaves

And make her bear the penance of her tongue? A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye! I am resolv'd : And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Goin, Bianca !

[Exit Bianca Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,

And for I know, she taketh most delight I am in all affected, as yourself;

In music, instruments, and poetry, Glad, that you thus continue your resolve,

Schoolmasters willl keep within my house, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Fit to instruct her youth. ---If you, Hortensio, Only, good master, while we do admire

Or, signior Gremio, you-know any such, This virtue, and this moral discipline,

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray,

I will be very kind, and liberal Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,

To mine own children in good bringing up; As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur’d;

And so farewell! Catharina, you may stay; Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,

For I have moreto commune with Bianca.. [Exit. And practise rhetoricin your common talk;

Cath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; may I not? Music and poesy use to quicken you ;

What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, The mathematics, and the mataphysics,

I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha![Exit. Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en;- so good, here is no

none will hold you. Their love is not In brief, sir, study what you most affect!

so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our pailst

s together, Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

Farewell !-Yet, for the loves bear my sweet Bianca, We could at once put us in readiness,

if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her And take a lodging, fit to entertain

that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father. Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget.

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio. But a word, I pray, But stay awhile : what company is this?

Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd Tra, Master, some show, to welcome us to town. parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, Enter Baptista, Catharina, Bianca,Gremio and Hor-that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, TENSIO. LUCENTio and Tranio stand aside.

and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,– to labour and
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further! effect one thing 'specially,
For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;

Gre. What's that, I pray?
That is,-not to bestow my youngest daughter, Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Before I have a husband for the elder.

Gre. A husband! a devil,
If either of you both love Catharina,

Hor. I say, a husband. Because I know you well, and love you well,

Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, though
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be

Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me; married to hell ?
There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? Hor. Tush, Gremio, thonghit pass your patience and
Cath. I pray you, sir, (To Bap.] is it your will mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there
To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on
Hor. Mates, maid ! how mean you that? no mates for them,would take her with all faults,and money enough.
you,

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

with this condition, - to be whipped at the high cross Cath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; every morning. I wis, it is not half way to her heart :

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotBut, if it were, doubt not, her care should be, ten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have Gre. And me too, good Lord !

to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca! -Happy man be his dole! Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime He that runs fastest, gets the ring. How say you, sitoward ;

gnior Gremio ? That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Gre. I am agreed : and’would I had given him the best Luc. But in the other's silence I do see

horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoMaid's mild behaviour and sobriety.

roughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the Peace, Tranio!

house of her.Come on![Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio. Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. Tra. (Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, --Is it possible, Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good That love should of a sudden take such hold? What I have said, -Bianca, get you in :

Lord. 0 Tranio, till I found it to be true, And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;

I never thought it possible, or likely. For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

But see! while idly I stood looking on, Cath. A pretty peat! 'tis best

I found the effect of love in idleness : Put finger in the eye, - an she knew why.

And now in plainness do confess to thee,

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That art to me as secret, and as dear,

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,

are you? Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Or you stol’n his ? or both? pray, what's the news?
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;

Luc. Sirrah, come hither ! 'tis no time to jest,
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

And therefore frame your manners to the time!
Tra. Master, it is not time to chide you now;

Your fellow Tranio, here, to save my life,
Affection is not rated from the heart.

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, - And I for myescape have put on his;
Redime te captum quam queus minimo!

for in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this contents: I kill'd and fear I was descried.
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, While I make way from hence to save my life!
Perhaps you mark'd not, what's the pith of all. You understand me?
Luc. 0
yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

Bion. I, sir? ne'er a whit.
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth;
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Bion. The better for him ; 'would I were so too!
Tra.Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her sister Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wish
Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,

after,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daugh-

Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;

But, sirrah, — not for my sake, but your master's, –
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

I advise
Tra. Nay, then,'tis time to stir him from his trance. You use your manners discreetly in all kind of compa-
I pray, awake, sir ! If you love the maid,

nies.
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,

But in all places else, your master Lucentio. That, till the father rid his hands of her,

Luc. Tranio, let's go! Master, your love must live a maid at home;

One thing more rests, that thyself execute; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,

To make one among these wooers. If thou ask me why,Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors. Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!

Exeunt. But art thou not advis’d, he took some care

1 Serv: My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely ;
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. Comes there uny more of it?
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Tra. Master, for my hand,

Sly: 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam laBoth our inventions meet and jump in one.

dy; 'would't were done!
Luc. Tell me thine first!
Tra. You will be schoolmaster,

SCENE II.— The same. Before Hortensio's house. And undertake the teaching of the maid:

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
That's your device.

Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
Luc. It is. Mayit be done?

To see my friends in Padua, but, of all,
Tra. Not possible. For who shall bear your part, My best beloved and approved friend,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son?

Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house :-
Keep house, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Here, sirrah Grumio ; knock, I say.
Visit his countryme", and banquet them?

Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there any
Luc. Basta ; content thee! for I have it full. man has rebused your worship?
We have not yet been seen in any house;

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly! Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,

Gru. Knock you here, sir? why,sir, what am I,sir, that For man, or master: then it follows thus :

I should knock you here, sir?
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should. And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
I will some other be, some Florentine,

Gru.My master is grown quarrelsome:I should knock
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa.-
'Tis hatch'd, and shall beso. —Tranio, at once And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak,

Pet. Will it not be ? When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;

Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

I'll try, how you can sol, fa, and sing it.
Tra. So had you need.
In brief, then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
[They exchange habits.

[He wrings Grumio by the ears. And I am tied to b: obedient;

Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. (Forso your father charg'd me at our parting ;

Pet. Now, knock, when I bid you: sirrah! villain !

Enter HORTENSIO. Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,

Hor. How now! what's the matter?-My old friend Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,) I am content to be Lucentio,

Grumio! and my good friend Petruchio !-How do you

all at Verona ? Because so well I love Lucentio.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? Luc. Tranio, beso, because Lucentio loves: Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say. And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid,

Hor. Alla nostra casu bene venutu, Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded eye.

Molto honorato signior mio Petruchio. Enter BIONDELLO. Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you been ?) Grú. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he ʼleges in Latin.

Rise, Gramio, rise! we will compound this quarrel.

you first,