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Characters in the Induction.



Lord, before whom the Play is fuppos'd to be play'd.
Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker.

Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord.

Dramatis Perfonæ.

Baptifta, Father to Catharina and Bianca; very rich. Vincentio, an old Gentleman of Pifa.

Lucentio, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona, a Suitor to Catharina.

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Grumio, Servant to Petruchio.

Pedant, an old fellow fet up to perfonate Vincentio.

Catharina, the Shrew.

Bianca, her Sifter.

Taylor, Haberdashers; with Servants attending on
Baptifta and Petruchio.

SCENE, fometimes in Padua; and fometimes in Petruchio's Houfe in the Country.







Before an Alehoufe on a Heath.

Enter Hoftefs and Sly.


'LL pheese you', in faith.

Hoft. A pair of ftocks, 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 Aide: Seffa.

Ill pheese you,-] To pheeze or frafe, is to feparate a twift into fingle threads. In the figu. rative fenfe it may well enough be taken, like teaze or toze, for to barrafs, to plague. Perhaps Pll pheeze you, may be equivalent to l' comb your bead, a phrafe vulgarly used by perfons of Sly's character on like occafions.


no rogues] That is, no vagrants, no mean fellows, but Gentlemen.


-paucus pallabris;] Sly, as an ignorant Fellow, is pure, pofely made to aim at Languages out of his knowledge, and knock the Words out of Joint. The Spaniards fay, pocas palabras, i. e. few words as they do likewife, Cefla, i. e. be quiet. THEOB. B 2


Hoft. You will not pay for the glaffes you have burst? Sly. No, not a denier: go by, Jeronimo thy cold bed, and warm thee 3.

go to Hoft. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the Thirdborough+.

Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll anfwer him by law; I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly. [Falls afleep.

3 Go by S. Jeronimy, go to thy" fom, don't interrupt me, go, cold Bed, and warm thee.] All "by;" and, to fix the Satire in the Editions have coined a Saint his Allufion, pleasantly calls her here, for Sly to fwear by. But Jeronymo. THEOBALD. the Poet had no fuch Intentions. 4 - I must go fetch the HeadThe Paffage has particular Hu- borough. mour in it, and must have been very pleafing at that time of day. But I must clear up a Piece of Stage history, to make it underftood. There is a fuftian old Play, call'd, Hieronymo; Or, The Spanish Tragedy: which, I find, was the common Butt of Rallery to all the Poets of ShakeSpeare's Time and a Paffage, that appear'd very ridiculous in that Play, is here humoroufly alluded to. Hieronymo, thinking himself injur'd, applies to the King for Juftice; but the Courtiers, who did not defire his Wrongs fhould be fet in a true Light, attempt to hinder him from an Audience.

Hiero. Juftice, oh! justice to Hieronymo. Lor. Back; fee'ft thou not, the King is bufy? Hiero. Oh, is be fo? King. Who is He, that interrupts our Bufinefs? Hiero. Not I:Hieronymo, beware; go by, go by. So Sly here, not caring to be dun'd by the Hoftefs, cries to her in Effect. "Don't be trouble

Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth Borough, &c. ] This corrupt reading had pafs'd down through all the Copies, and none of the Editors pretended to guefs at the Poet's Conceit. What an infipid, unmeaning Reply does Sly make to his Hoftefs? How do third, or fourth, or fifth Borough relate to Headborough? The Author intended but a poor Witticism, and even That is loft. The Hoftefs would fay, that he'll fetch a Conftable: and this Officer fhe calls by his other Name, a Thirdborough: and upon this Term Sly founds the Conundrum in his Anfwer to her. Who does not perceive, at a single glance, fome Conceit started by this certain Correction? There is an Attempt at Wit, tolerable enough for a Tinker, and one drunk too. Third-borough is a Saxon-Term fufficiently explain'd by the Glo faries and in our Statute books, no farther back than the 28th Year of Henry VIIIth, we find it used to fignify a Constable.




Wind borns. Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds,

Brach, Merriman, the poor cur is imboft';

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 coldeft fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my Lord;
He cried upon it at the meerest loss,

And twice to day pick'd out the dulleft fcent:
Truft me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch.
But fup them well, and look unto them all,
To morrow I intend to hunt again.

Hun. I will, my Lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? fee, doth he breathe?

2 Hun, He breathes, my Lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,

This were a bed but cold, to fleep fo foundly.

Lord. O monftrous beast! how like a fwine he lies! -Grim death, how foul and loathfome is thy image!Sirs, I will practife on this drunken man. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapt in fweet cloaths; rings put upon his fingers; A most delicious banquet by his bed,

5 Brach, Merriman,] Sir T. Hanmer reads, Leech Merriman, that is, apply fome remedies to Merriman, the poor cur has his joints favelled. Perhaps we might read, bathe Merriman, which is

I believe the common practice of huntfmen, but the prefent reading may fland

B 3

-tender well my hounds, Brach -- Merriman ---the poor cur is imboft.


And brave attendants near him, when he wakes;
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chufe.
2 Hun. It would feem ftrange unto him, when he

Lord. Even as a flatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy,
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Carry him gently to my faireft chamber,

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures;
Balm his foul head with warm diftilled waters,
And burn fweet wood to make the lodging fweet.
Procure me mufic ready, when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heav'nly found;
And if he chance to fpeak, be ready ftraight,
And with a low fubmiffive reverence

Say, what is it your Honour will command?
Let one attend him with a filver bafon

Full of rose water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer; a third a diaper;

And fay, will't please your Lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a coftly fuit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horfe,
And that his Lady mourns at his disease;
Persuade him, that he hath been lunatick.
And when he fays he is,fay, that he dreams;
For he is nothing but a mighty Lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs:

It will be paftime paffing excellent,
If it be hufbanded with modefty".

1 Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our

As he fhall think, by our true diligence,

He is no less than what we fay he is.

Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him;

6 mod.fty.] By modefty is meant moderation, without fuffering Our merriment to break into any excefs.


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