Characters in the Induction. A Lord, before whom the Play is fuppos'd to be play'd. Hoftefs. Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker. Page, Players, Huntfmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord. Dramatis Personx. Baptifta, Father to Catharina and Bianca; very rich. Lucentio, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Hortenfio, Tranio, } Servants to Lucentio. Biondello, Grumio, Servant to Petruchio. Pedant, an old fellow fet up to perfonate Vincentio. Catharina, the Shrew. Bianca, ber Sifter. Widow. Taylor, Haberdashers; with Servants attending on SCENE, fometimes in Padua; and fometimes in Petruchio's Houfe in the Country. THE THE TAMING of the SHREW. INDUCTIO N. I SCENE I Before an Alehoufe on a Heath. Enter Hoftefs and Sly. SLY. 'LL pheeze 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 flide: Selja. Hoft. You will not pay for the glaffes you have burst? 2 Sly. No, not a deniere: Go by, Jeronimo-go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Hoft. 1 paucus pallabris ;] Meaning pocas palabras, Spanish, few Mr. Theobald. words. 2 Go by S. Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.] All the editions have coin'd a Saint here, for Sly to swear by. But Cc 3 the Hoft. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the Third-borough. 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. Wind borns, Enter a Lord from bunting, with a Train. Lord. Huntfman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds; (a) Leech Merriman, the poor cur is imbost; Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; And twice to day pick'd out the dullest scent: the poet had no fuch intentions. 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 Shakespear's time and a paffage, that appear'd very ridiculous in that play, is here humourously 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, ob! juftice to Hieronymo. Lor. Back;feeft thou not, the King is bufie? King. Who is He, that interrupts our Bufinefs? Hier. 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 troublefom, don't interrupt me, GO BY. Mr. Theobald. 3 I must go fetch the Headborough.] Vulg. A poor witticism (as Mr. Theobald rightly calls it) restored by him. [(a) Leech Merriman. Oxford Editor-Vulg. Brach Merriman.] Lord. Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet, Hunt. 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 beaft! how like a fwine he lies! And brave attendants near him, when he wakes; 1 Hun. Believe me, Lord, I think he cannot chufe. 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 jeft: And hang it round with all my wanton pictures; Say, what is it your Honour will command? Full of Rofe-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; And fay, wilt please your lordship cool your hands? |