Characters in the Induction.

A to be play'd.

Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker. Hostess. Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attend

ing on the Lord.

Dramatis Personæ.

Baptista, 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,
Gremio,

Pretenders to Bianca.
Hortensio,
Tranio,

} Servants to Lucentio.
Biondello,
Grumio, Servant to Petruchio.
Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio,

Catharina, the Shrew.
Bianca, her Sister.
Widow.

Taylor, Haberdashers; with Servants attending on

Baptista, and Petruchio.

SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in

Petruchio's House in the Country.

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LL pheese you,' in faith.
Hoft

. 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, paucus pallabris ; let the world slide: Seffa.

· P'll pheese you,-) To pheoze - no rogues. ] That is, of fease, is to separate a twist in- no vagrants, no mean fellows, to single threads. In the figu- but Gentlemen. tative sense it may well enough * - paucus pallabris ; ] Sly, be taken, like teaze or toze, for as an ignorant Fellow, is purto harrass, to plague. Perhaps posely made to aim at Languages Ill pheeze you, may be equiva- out of his Knowledge, and knock lent' to rit comb your head, a the words out of Joint. The phrase vulgarly used by persons Spaniards say, pocas palabras, i.e. of Shy's character on like occa- few words: as they do likewise, fions,

Cefa, i.e. be quiet. THEOB. B &

Hoft.

go to

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

Sly. No, not a denier : go by, Jeronimo thy cold bed, and warm thee. 3

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

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

[Falls asleep. 3 Go by S. Jeronimy, go to thy in Effect, “Don't be troublecold Bed, and warm thee.] All · “ som, don't interrupt me, go, the Editions have coined a Saint “ by ;” and, to fix the Satire in here, for Sly to swear by. But his Allusion, pleasantly calls her the Poet had no such Intentions. Jeronymo.

THEOBALD. The Passage has particular Hu- . -I must go fetch the Headmour in it, and must have been borough. very pleasing at that time of day. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth But I must clear up a Piece of Borough, &c. ) This corrupt Stage history, to make it under. Reading had pass d down through 'Hood. There is a fustian old all the Copies, and none of the Play, call’d, Hieronymo ; Or, Editors pretended to guess at the The Spanish Tragedy: which, [ Poet's Conceit. What an infipid, find, was the common Butt of unmeaning Reply does Sly make Rallery to all the Poets of Shake- to his Hoftefs ? How do third, or Szeare's Time : and a Pasiage, fourth, or fifth Borough relate to that appear'd very ridiculous in Headborough? The Author in. that Play, is here humorously al- tended but a poor Witticism, and luded to. Hieron;mo, thinking even That is loft. The Hotels himself injur'd, applies to the would say, that she'll'fetch a King for Justice; but the Cour- Conftable and this Officer the tiers, who did not defire his calls by his other Name, a ThirdWrongs Mould be set in a true borough: and upon this Term Light, attempt to hinder him Sly founds the Cônundrum in his from an Audience.

Answer to her. Who does not Hiero. Jupice, ob! juftice to perceive, at a single glance, fome Hieronymo.

Conceit started by this certain Lor. Back ;-fee'A thou not, Correction ? There is an Attempt tbe King is busy?

at Wit, tolerable enough for a Hiero. Ob, is befo ?

Tinker, and one drunk too. King. Who is He, that inter- Third-borough is a Saxon-term rusts cur Business ?

SCENE II.
Wind borns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with a Train.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

hounds,
Bracb, Merriman, the poor cur is imbost; s
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.

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 dullest scent :
Trust 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 such.
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 sleep fo foundly.

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

5 Brach, Merrim n, ] Sir T. I believe the common practice of Hanmer reads, Leech Merriman, hurtsmen, but the present readthat is, apply some remedies to ing may stand Merriman, the poor cur has his tender will my hounds, onts fwelled. Perhaps we might Brach-Merriman ead, bathe Merriman, which is cur is imtoft.

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the poor

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

i Hin. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chuse.
2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him, when he

wak'd.
Lord. Even as a flatt'ring dream, or worthless fancy.
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures ;
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet.
Procure me musick ready, when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heav'nly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And with a low submissive reverence
Say, what is it your Honour will command ?
Let one attend him with a silver bason
Full of rose water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer; a third a diaper ;
And say, will’t please your lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a costly fuit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear ;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his Lady mourns at his disease ;
Persuade him, that he hath been lunatick,
And when he says he is, - say, that he dreams;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord :
This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs :
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty.
! Hun. My Lord, I warrant you, we'll play our

part,
As he shall think, by our true diligence,
He is no less than what we say he is.

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

-modefty.) By modefiy is meant moderation, without suffering our merriment to break into any excess.

And