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A Lord.
Christopher Sly, a drunken tinker.
Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen,

and other servants attending on
the Lord.

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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


suitors to Bianca. Hortensio, Tranio,

servants to Lucentio. Biondello, Grumio,

servants to Petruchio. Curtis, Pedant, an old fellow set upto personate Vincentio



Katharina, the Shrew;
Bianca, her sister,

} daughters to Baptista.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on

Baptista and Petruchio.

Scene, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in

Petruchio's House in the Country.

To the Original Play of The Taming of a Shrew,

entered on the Stationers' books in 1594, and print. ed in quarto in 1607.

A Lard, &c.
A Tapster,
Page, Players, Huntsmen, &c.


Alphonsus, a merchant of Athens.
Jerobel, Duke of Cestus.
Aurelius, his son,

suitors to the daughters of Ferando,

Alphonsus. Polidor, Valeria, servant to Aurelius. Sander, seroant to Ferando. Phylotus, a merchant who personates the Duke.

Kate, Emelia, Phylema,

daughters to Alphonsus.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants to Ferando

and Alphonsus.

Scene, Athens; and sometimes Ferando's Country







SCENE 1. Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

Enter Hostess and Sly.

I'll pheese* you, in faith.
Host. 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, paucas pallabrist; let the world slide: Sessa 1!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burstg?

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimy: Go to thy cold bed, and warm theell.

• Beat or knock. + Few words. | Be quiet.

Broke. || This line and the scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque from an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragedy.

Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the thirdborough*.

(Erit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge au 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 Seroants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well

my hounds: Brach + Merrimau,-the poor cur is emboss'd I, 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.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
He cried upon it at the merest loss,
And twice 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.

1 Hun. I will my lord.
Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,

doth he breathe? 2 Hun. 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,

* An officer whose authority equals a constable. + Bitch.

1 Strained,

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