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The Taming of the Shrew

By William Shakespeare.

Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint Dramatis Personae The Taming of the Shrew Induction Scene I Scene II Act I Scene I Scene II Act II Scene I Act III Scene I Scene II Act IV Scene I Scene II Scene III Scene IV Scene V Act V Scene I Scene II Colophon Uncopyright Imprint

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Dramatis Personae

A Lord, person in the introduction

Christopher Sly, a tinker, person in the introduction

Hostess, page, players, huntsmen, and servants, persons in the introduction

Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua

Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa

Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca

Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina

Gremio, suitor to Bianca

Hortensio, suitor to Bianca

Tranio, servant to Lucentio

Biondello, servant to Lucentio

Grumio, servant to Petruchio

Curtis, servant to Petruchio

A Pedant

Katharina, the shrew, daughter to Baptista

Bianca, daughter to Baptista

Widow

Tailor, haberdasher, and servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio

Scene: Padua, and Petruchio’s country house.

The Taming of the Shrew Induction Scene I

Before an alehouse on a heath.

Enter Hostess and Sly. Sly I’ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly Ye 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! Hostess You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? Sly No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Hostess I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough. 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. Falls asleep. Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train. 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.

First Huntsman

Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
He cried upon it at the merest 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 Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well and look unto them all:
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

First Huntsman I will, my lord. Lord What’s here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? Second Huntsman

He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm’d with ale,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

Lord

O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey’d to bed,
Wrapp’d in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

First Huntsman Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Second Huntsman It would seem strange unto him when he waked. Lord

Even as a flattering 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 in warm distilled waters
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
Procure me music ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly 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 basin
Full of rose-water and bestrew’d with flowers;
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
And say “Will’t please your lordship cool your hands?”
Some one be ready with a costly suit
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 lunatic;
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.

First Huntsman

My lord, I warrant you we will 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;
And each one to his office when he wakes, Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds.
Sirrah, go see what trumpet ’tis that sounds: Exit Servingman.
Belike, some noble gentleman that means,
Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

Re-enter Servingman. How now! who is it? Servant

An’t please your honour, players
That offer service to your lordship.

Lord Bid them come near. Enter Players. Now, fellows, you are welcome. Players We thank your honour. Lord Do you intend to stay with me to-night?