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Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petrucio.
SCENE—sometimes in Padua, and sometimes in Petrucio's house in the country.
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Before an alehouse on a heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly.
Sly. Y'are a baggage: the Slys 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, Saint (1) Jeronimy,-go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough.(*)
[Exit. 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. Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and
Servants. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach (3) 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.
First Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
He cried upon it at the merest loss,
Lord. Thou art a fool : if Echo were as fleet,
First Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies !-
First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
First Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we will play our part,
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; And each one to his office when he wakes.
[Sly is borne out. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :
[Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
An it please your honour,
Lord. Bid them come near.
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
First 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,
First Play. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.
Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords.
[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page, [To a Serrant. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber; And call him madam, do him obeisance. Tell him from me (as he will win my love), He bear himself with honourable action, Such as he hath obsery'd in noble ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished: Such duty to the drunkard let him do, With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy ; And say,—What is't your honour will command, Wherein your lady and your humble wife May show her duty and make known her love? And then—with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And with declining head into his bosom,– Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Who for this seven () years hath esteemed him No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift; Which in a napkin being close convey'd, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.