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Persons in the
Suitors to Bianca.
Servants to Lucentio.
Servants to Petruchio.
Katharina, tekster.ew : } Daughters to Baptista.
House in the Country.
To the Original Play of The Taming of the Shrew, entered on the
Characters in the Induction.
Suitors to the Daughters of Alphonsus.
SCENE, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country House,
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Daughters to Alphonsus.
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SCENE I. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly.
pheese you, in faith.
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have barst?
Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy ;-
Host. Í know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough.
[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. [Lies down on the ground and falls asleep. Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from Hunting, with
Huntsmen and Servants.
1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
1 Hun. I will, my lord.
[he breathe? Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, dotle
2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm’d This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.[with ale,
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
1 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 ; 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 Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
Re-enter a Servant.
An it please your honour,
Now, fellows, you are welcome. 1 Play. We thank your honour. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty.
Lord. With all my heart.—This fellow I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform’d.
1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour means.. Lord. 'Tis very true;—thou didst it excellent.-Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night : But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behaviour (For yet his honour never heard a play), You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient.
i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.