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LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. WARBURTON and Farmer have questioned the authenticity of this play; one declaring it to be certainly spuri.

ous, and the other supposing that Shakspeare anerely adapted it to the stage, with certain additions and cor rections. Malone, however, upon very satisfactory grounds, ranks it among the earliest efforts of Shakspeare'. muse; as it abounds with the doggrel measure so common in the old comedies immediately preceding the time at which he commenced writing for the stage ; and with a tiresome play upon words, which he took occasion to condemn in one of his subsequent comedies. The year 1519 is the probable date of its production. Yet Steevens discovers the hand of Shakspeare in almost every scene ; and Johnson considers the whole play very popular, sprightly, and diverting. “The two plots (says the learned Doctor) are so we united, that they can harily be called two, without injury to the art with which they art interwoven." That part of the slory which suggests the title of the play, :s probably a work of invention. The under-plot, which comprises the love-scenes of Lucentio, the pleasing incident of the pedant, with the characters of Vincentio, Tranio, Gremio and Biondello, is taken from a comedy of George Gascoigne's (an author of considerable popularity) called Supposes, translated from Ariosto's / Suppositi, and acted in 1366, by the gentlemen of Grey's Inn. Tbe singular Induction to this piece is taken from Goulart's Histories admirables de notre temps," in which its leading circumstance is related as a real fact, practised upon a mean artisan at Brussels, by Philip the Gooj duke of Burgundy. The Taming of the Shrew condensed within the compass of a mudern after-piece invariably elicits considerable mirth; for the respective parts of Ka harina and Petruchio are exceedingly spirited, ludicrous, and diverting. But, in its present form, many of the scenes are unpardonably tedious, and many of the incidents perplexingly involved. To those who look for "serinons in stones, and good in every thing," we cannot exactly point out the moral of this domestic occurrence ; since the successful issue of Petruchio's experiment in one solitary instance, will scarcely warrant its practical repetition in any of the numerous cases which seem to call for a siunilar remedy.




Servants to Lucentio. CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken

Persons in


the Induc

GRUMIO, Hostess, Page, Players, Hunts

} Servants to Petruchio. tion.

CURTIS, nen, and other servants ut.

PEDANT, an old fellow set up to personate tening on the Lord.

Vincentio, BAPTISTA a rich Gentleman of Padua. VINCENT10, an old Gentleman of Pisa. LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with KATHARINA, the Shrew', | Daughters to Bap. Bianca.

BIANCA, her Sister,


WIDOW. PETRUCH10, a Genıleman of Verona, a suitor

to Katharina. GREMIO,

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending HORTENSIO,

on Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE, sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

Suitors to Bianca.

CHARACTERS IN THE INDUCTION To the original Play of The T'aining of a Shrew, entered on the Stationers' Books in 1594, and

printed in quarto, in 1607. A LORD, &c.


Servant to Aurelius. SLY.

SANDER, Servant to Ferando. A Tapster.

PHYLOTUS, a Merchant who personates the Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c.


ALPHONSUS, a merchant of Athens.

EMELIA, JEROBEL, Duke of Cestus.

PHYLEMA, AURELIUS, his Son, Suitors to the Daughters Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Fe FERANDO, POLIDOR, s of Alphonsus.

rando and Alphonsus. SCENE, Atbens; and sometimes Ferando's Country Honse.

Daughters to Alphonsus.


And say, - Will't please your lordship cool your

bands? 1
SCENE 1.- Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Some one be ready with a costly suit,

Aud ask him what apparel be will wear ;
Enter Hostess and SLY.

Another tell him of bis bounds and borse,
Sly. I'll pheese * you, in faith.

And that his lady mourns at his disease : Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Persuade him, that he bath been lunatic ; Sly. Y'are a baggage ; the Slies are no rognes : And, when he says he is-, say, that he dreams, Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard For he is nothing but a mighty lord. Conqueror. Therefore, paucus pallabris ; t let This do, and do it kindly, gentle Sirs; the world slide : Sessali

It will be pastime passing excellent, Host. You will not pay for the glasses you if it be husbanded with modesty.t have burst ? ☺

1 Hun. My lord, I warruut you, we'll play Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jeronimy ;

our part, -Go to thy cold bed, and warn thee. ||

As he shall think, by our true diligence, Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the He is no less than what we say be is. thirdborough.

(Exit. Lord. Tithe bin up gently, and to bed with Sly. Third, or fourth, or fish borough, I'll

him ; answer bim by law; I'll not budye an inch, boy; And each one to his office, when he wakes.let him come, and kindly.

(Some beur out Sly. A trumpet sounds. (Lies down on the ground and falls usleep. Sirrah, gu see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :

(Erit SERVANT. W'ind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting, Belike, some noble gentleman ; that means, with huntsmen and servants.

Travelling some journey, to repose him bere.Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my homids :

Re-enter a SERVANT.
Brach **Merriinan,-the poor cur is emboss'd,++
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd How how? Who is it?

Serv. An it please your honour,
Saw'st thou not, boy, bow Silver made it good

Players that offer service to your lordship.

Lord. Bid them come near :
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault ?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my
He cried upon it at the merest loss, Flord; Now, fellows, you are welcome.
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Play. We thank your horous.
Trust me, I take hiin for the better dog.

Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to. Lord. Thou art a foo!; if Echo were as Neet,

night? I would esteem him worth a dozen sucb.

2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our But sup them well, and look unto them all;

duty: Tomorrow I intend to hunt again.

Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I re. | Hun. I will, my lord.

meuber, Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk ? See, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ;doth be breathe ?

'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord : Were he not

well : warm'd with ale,

I have forgot your naine ; but, sure, that part This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your bonour he lies!


means. Grim death, how foul and loathsome is tbiue Lord. 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excelSirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

leut.What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Well, you are come to me in happy time; Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his The rather for I have some sport in band, fingers,

Wherein your cunning can assist me much. A most delicious banquet by bis bed,

There is a lord will hear you play to-night: And brave attendants near him when he wakes But I am donbtful of your modesties : Would not the beggar then forget himself? Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, | Hun. Believe me, lord, think he cannot (For yet bis honour never heard a play,) choose.

You break into some merry passion, Hun. It would seem strange unto him when And so offend him : for I tell you, Sirs, he wak'd.

If you should smile, be grows impatient. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth- 1 Play. Fear not, my lord : we can contain less fancy.

ourselves, Then take him up, and manage well the jest :- Were he the veriest antick in the world. Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

Lord. Go, si rah, take them to the buttery, And hang it round with all my wanton pic. And give them friendly welcome every one : tures :

Let them want nothing that my bouse affords. Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,

(Ereunt SERVANT and PLAYERS. And burn sweet wood to make the lodging Sirrah, go you to Bartavlomew my page, sweet :

(To a SERVANT. Procure me inusic ready wben he wakes, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chai. And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,

ber, And, with a low submissive reverence,

And call him-madam, do bim obeisance, Say,- What is it your holiour will command ? Tell hin from me, (as he will win any love,Let one attend him with a silver bason,

He bear himself with honourable action, Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers ; Such as he bath observ'd in noble ladies Another bear the ewer, #1 the third a diaper, 95 Unto their lords, by them accomplished :

Such duty to the druukard let him do,

With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; • Beat or knock.

+ Few words. Be quiet.


And say,- What is't your bogour will com. i This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in bur

mand, lesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish wherein your lady, and your bumble wife, Tragedy

May show her duty, and make kuosher I ve 1 ToAn officer whose authority equals a covstalle • Bitch.

++ Strained 10 Pitcher.

• Naturally


And then-with kind embracements, tempting On purpose trimin'd np for Semiramis. kisses,

Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground : And with declining head into bis bosom, or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd

Their barness studded all with gold and pearl. To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast bawks will Who, for twice seven years, halb esteemed bim

soar No better than a poor and loathsome beggar : Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Aud if the boy bave not a woman's gift,

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, To rain a shower of commanded tears,

And fetch sbrill echoes from the hollow earth. An onion will do well for such a shift ;

1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course ; thy greybounds Which in a napkin being close couvey'd,

are as swift Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Anon I'll give thee more instructions.--

thee straight

(Evil SERVANT. Adonis, painted by a running brook : I know, the boy will well usurp ibe grace, And Cytherea all in sedges bid ; [breath, Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoinan : Which seein to move and wanton with her I long to bear him call the drunkard, husband; Even as the waving sedges play with wind. And how my men will stay theinselves from Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid ; laughter,

And how she was beguiled and surpris'd, When they do homage to this simple peasant. As lively painted as the deed was done. I'll in to counsel them : haply. my presence 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny May well abate the over-merry spleen,

wood; Which other wise would grow into extremes. Scratching her legs that one shall swear she


bleeds :

And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

So workeanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. Thou bast a lady far more beautiful

Than any woman in this wauing age. SLY is discovered in a rich night gown, with

1 Sero. And, till the tears that she bath shed altendants ; some with apparel, others

for thee, with bason, euer, and other appurtenances. Like envious Moods, o'er-ran her lovely face, Enter LORD, dressed like a Servant.

She was the fairest creature in the world; Sly. For God's sake a pot of small ale. And yet she is inferior to none. 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a Sly. Am I a lord ? and bave I such a lady? cup of sack ?

Or do I dream or have I dream'd till now? 2 Serv. Will’t please your honour taste of ! do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak; these conserves ?

I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things 3 Serv. Wbat raiment will your honour wear Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed ; to-day?

And not a tinker, for Christopbero Sly. Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me- Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; honour, nor lordship : I never drank sack in my And once again, a pot o' the smallesi ale. life ; and if you give me any conserves, give me 2 Serv. Will's please your mightiness to washa conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me wbat rainent

your hands? I'll wear ; for I have no more doublets than backs, (SERVANTS present an ewer, basin, and no more stockings tban lege, nor no more shoes napkin. than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, Ob! how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! or such shoes as my toes look through the over. Oh! that once more you knew but wbat you leather.

are ! Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your These fifteen years you have been in a dream; honour !

Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. Ob! that a mighty man, of such descent,

Śly. These fifteen yeurs, by my fay,* a goodly of such possessions, and so bigb esteem,

nap. Should be infused with so foul a spirit !

But did I never speak of all that time ? Sly. What, would you make me mad ? Am 1 Serv. O yes, my lord; but very idle words :not i Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton. For though you lay bere in this goodly chamber, beath ; by birth a pedlar, by education a card. Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now And rail upon the hostess of the house ; by present profession a tinker ? Ask Marian And say, you would present her at the leet,t Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know Because she brougbi stone jugs and no seal'd me not : if she say I am not fourteen pence on

quarts : the score for sheer ale, score me up for the Sometimes you would call ont for Cicely Hacket. lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. bestraught :+ Here's

3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no bouse, nor I Serv. Oh! this it is, that makes your lady

no such maid ; mourn.

Nos no such men, as you have reckon'd np,2 Serv. Oh! this it is that makes your servants As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, droop.

And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; Lord. Hence comes it tbat your kindred shun and twenty more such names and men as these, your bouse,

Wbich never were, nor no man ever saw. As beaten hence by your strange Junacy.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

amends! Call home tly ancient thoughts from banish- All. Amen. ment,

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. And hanish bence these ahject lowly dreams : Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

Enter the Page, as a lady, with attendants. Each in his office ready at thy beck.

Page. How fares my noble lord ? Wilt thou have music i bark i Apollo plays, Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer


enough. and twenty caged nightingales do sing :

Where is my wife? Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, l'age. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will Buster and sweeter than the lustful bed

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Bion. Where have been ? Nay, how now, Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges* in where are you?

(clothes ? Latin.-If this be not a lawful cause for ine to Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your leave bis service,-Look you, Sir,-he bid ine Or you stolen his? or both ? pray, what's the kuock him, and rap him soundly, Sir : Well, news ?

was it nt for a servant to use his master so; beLuc. Sirrah, come hither ; 'tis no time to jest, ing, perhaps, (for aught I see,) two and thirty, And therefore frame your mangers to the time. -a pip out! Your fellow Tranio here, to save iny life, Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at Puts my apparel and my countenance ou,

Orst, And I for my escape have put on bis ;

Then had not Grumio come by the worst, For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,

Pet. A senseless villain-Good Hortensio, I kill'd a inan, and fear I was descried :

I bade the rascal knock upon your gate, Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, And could not get him for my heart to do it. While I make way froin bence to save my life : Gru. Knock at the gate 1-0 heavens ! You understand me.

Spake you not these words plain,-sirrah, knock Bion, I, Sir, ne'er a whit.

me here, Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

soundly. Bion. The better for himn ; Would I were so And coine you now with-knocking at the too!

gate ? Tra, So would I, faith, boy, to have the next Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk bot, I advise wish alter,


you. That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's yoll gest Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's But sirrah,- not for my sake, but your master's,

pledge : -l advise

Why, this a heavy chance 'twixt him and you ; You use your manners discreetly in all kind of Your ancient trusty, pleasant servant Grumiv. companies :

Aud tell me now, sweet friend, - what happy When I am alone, why, then 1 am Tranio ;

gale But in all places else, your inaster Lucentio. Blows yon to Padua bere, from old Verona? Luc. Tranio, let's go :

Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through One thing more rests, that thyself execute ;

the world, To make one among these wooers : if thou ask To seek their fortunes further than at home, me why,

Where small experience grows. But, in a few Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me :

(Ereunt. Antonio, my father, is deceas'd ; I Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind and I have thrust myself into this maze, the play.

Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may: Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good mat. Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, ter, surely ; Comes there any more of it ! And so am come abroad to see the world. Page. My lord, 'lis but begun.

Hor. Petrucio, shall I then come roundly to Sly. 'Tis a very ercellent piece of work,

thee. madam lady ; 'Would 'twere done !

And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife ?

Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel : SCENE II.-The same. Before HORTENSIO's And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich, House.

And very rich :--but thou'rt too much my friend,

And i'll uot wish thee to her.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,

as we, To see my friends in Padna ; but, of all, Few words suffice: and, therefore, if thou kron My best beloved and approved friend,

One rich enongh to be Petruchio's wife, Hortensio ; and, I trow, this is his house :

(As wealth is burden of my wooing dance, Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.

Be she as foul as was Florentins' love, I Gru. Knock, Sir ! whom should I knock ? is As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd there any map bas rebused your worship? As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,

Pet. Villain, I say, knock ine here soundly. She moves me not, or not removes, at least,

Gru. Knock you here, Sir ? why, Sir, what an Affection's edge in me ; were she as rough 1, Sir, that I should knock you bere, Sir? As are the swelling Adriatic seas :

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ; And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's If wealthily, then happily in Padua. pate.

Gru. Nay, look you, Sir, be tells you fat.y Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome : what bis mind is : Why, give bim gold enough should knock you first,

and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-bahy ; And then I know after who comes by the worst. or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her bead, Pet. Will it not be ?

though she have as many diseases as two and 'Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it; fifty horses: why nothing comes amiss, so money I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. comes withal.

(He wrings GRUMIO by the ears. Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus Gru. llelp, masters, help! my master is

far in, mad.

I will continue that I broach'd in jest. Pet. Now, knock when I bid you : sirrah 1 ! can, Petruchio, help thee to a wise villain !

With wealth enougb, and young, and beaute

ous : Enter HORTENS10.

Brought up, as best comes a gentlewoman : Hor. How now? what's the matter ?– My old Her only fault (aud that is faults enough,) friend Grumio! and my good friend Petruchiv ! is,--that she is intolerably curst,

(sure -How do you all at Verona ?

And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all mea Pet. Siguior Hortensio, come you to part the That were my state far worser than it is, fray 1

I would not wed her for a mine of gold. Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say. Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not Hor. Alla nostra casa, bene venuto,

gold's effect: Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio. Tell me ber father's name, and 'tis enough ; Rise, Grumio, rise ; we will compound this

• Alleges.

+ Few words. quarrel.

See the story, No. 39, of " A Thousand Notable

Things. • Observed.

A small image on the tag of a lace.

For I will board her, though she cbide as loud 11 prounis'd to enquire carefully
As thunder wben tbe clouds in autumn crack. About a scoolmaster for fair Bianca :
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,

And, by good fortune, I bave lighted well
An affable and courteous gentleman :

On this young man ; for learning, and be. Her name is Katharina Minola,

haviour, Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue. Fit for her turn; well read in poetry, Pel. I know ber father, though I know not and other books,-- good ones, I warrant you. her :

for. 'Tis well : and I have met a gentleman, And he knew my deceased father well :

Hath promis'd me to help me to another,
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her ; A tine musician to instruct our mistress :
And therefore let me be thus bold with you, So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To give you over at this first encounter,

To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.
Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gre. Belov'd of me,-and that my deeds Gru. I pray you, Sir, let him go while the

shall prove humour lasts. o' my word, an she knew him Gru. And that his bags shall prove. (Aside. as well as I do, she would think scolding Hor. Gremio, 'uis now no time to vent our would do little good upon bim : She may, per. Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, (love : haps, call bim half a score knaves, or so : why, I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. that's nothing ; an he begin once, he'll rail in Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met, his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, Sir,-an Upon agreement from us to his liking, she stand + him but a little, he will throw a Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ; figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please. that sbe shall have no more eyes to see withal Gre. So said, so done, is well ;than a cat : You know bim not, Sir.

Hortensio, bave you told bim all her faults f Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee ; Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling For in Baptista's keep | my treasure is :

scold; He hath the jewel of my life in bold,

If that he all, masters, I hear no harm. His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca ;

Gre. No, say'st me so, friend! What coun. And her withholds from me, and other more

tryman? Suitors to her, and rivals in my love :

Pet. Born in Verono, old Antonio's son : Supposing it a thing iinpossible,

My father dead, my fortune lives for me; (For those defects i bave before rehears'd,) And I do hope good days, and long, to see. That ever Katharina will be wood,

Gre. O Sir, such a life, with such a wife, Therefore this order ý hatb Baptista ta'en ;

were strange!: That none shall have access unto Bianca, But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name ; Till Katharine the curat have got a busbaud. You shall have me assisting you iu all. Gru. Katharine the curst!

But will you woo this wild cat ? A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.

Pet. Will I live! Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me Gru. Will he woo her ay, or I'll bang ber. grace ;

(A side. And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,

Pet. Why came I bither but to that intent? To old Baptista as a schoolmaster

Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears 1 Well seen || in music, to instruct Bianca :

Have I not in my time beard lions roar ? That so I may by this device at least,

Have I not beard the sea, putl'd up with winds Have leave and leisure to make love to her, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? And, unsuspected, court her by herself.

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, Enter GREMIO ; with him LUCENTIo disguised, Have I not in a pitched battle heard

And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? with books under his arm.

Loud 'larums, neigbing steeds, and trumpets' Gru. Here's no kpavery! See to beguile

clang? the old folks, how the young folks lay their And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ; heads together! Master, master, look about That gives not balf so great a blow to the ear, you : Who goes there? ba !

As will a chesnu: in a farmer's Ore?
Hor. Peace, Grumio ; 'tis the rival of my Tush ! tush I fear boys with bugs. •
Petruchio, stand by a while.
(love :- Gru. For be fears none.

(Aside. Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous ! Gre. Hortensio, bark!

(They retire. This gentleman is bappily arriv'd, [your's. Gre. O very well ; 1 have perus'd the note. My mind presumes, for his own good, and Hark yon, Sir ; I'll bave thein Very fairly Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors, bound :

And bear his charge of wooing, wbatsoe'er. All books of love, see that at any band ; 1

Gre. And so we will; provided, that be win And see you read no other lectures to her :

her. You uoderstand me :--Over and beside

Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good din. Signior Baptista's liberality,


(Aside. l'il mend it with a largess : **-Take your papers And let me have them very well perfuun'd;

Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled ; and For she is sweeter than perfume itself,

BIONDELLO. To whom they go. What will you read to her ? Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be Luc. Whate'er 1 read to ber, I'll plead for

bold, you,

Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way As for my patron, (stand you so assur’d) To the house of signior Baptista Minola ? As firmly as yourself were still in place :

Gre. He that has the two fair daugblers :-is't Yea, and (per baps) with more successful words (Aside to TRANIO.) be you mean? Than you, unless you were a scholar, Sir.

Tra. Even be. Biondello ! Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!

Gre. Hark you, Sir ; You mean not ber to-Gru. O this woodcock! what an ass it is! Tra. Perbaps, bim and her, Sir; Wbat bave Pet. Peace, sirrah.

you to do? Hor. Grumio, mum !-God save you, siguior Pet. Not her that chides, Sır, at any band, I Gremio !

pray. Gre. And you're well met, signior Horten- Tra. I love no cbiders, Sir :- Biondello, let's sio. Trow you,

away. Wbither I am going 1-T0 Baptista Minola. Luc. Weli begun, Trapio.

(A side,

Hor. Si, a word ere you go : • Abusive language + Withstand. 1 Custody. These measures.

I Versed.

T Rate. Prescut.

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