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A Lord, before whom the Play is fuppos'd to be play'd.
Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants attending on the Lord.
The Perfons of the Play itself are,
BAPTISTA, Father to CATHARINA and BIANCA, very rich.
VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of Pifa.
LUCENTIO, Son to VINCENTIO, in love with BIANCA.
PETRUCHIO, a Gentleman of Verona, a fuitor to CATHARINA. GREMIO,
HORTENSIO, Pretenders to BIANCA.
TRANIO, } Servants to LUCENTIO,
GRUMIO, Servant to PETRUchio.
PEDANT, an old fellow fet up to perfonate VINCENTIO.
CATHARINA, the Shrew.
BIANCA, her Sifter.
Tailor, Haberdashers, with Servants attending on BAPTISTA and PETRUCHIO.
SCENE, fometimes in Padua, and fometimes in PETRUCHIO'S Houfe in the Country.
THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Enter Hoftefs, and Sly.
'LL pheeze you, in faith.
Hoft. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
Hoft. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough.
Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law:
Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with a train.
Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my
He means to fay, pocas palabras.
Go by, Jeronymo, was a kind of by-word in the author's days, as appears by it's being used in the fame manner by Ben. Jonfon, Beaumont and Fletcher, and other writers near that time. It arofe first from a paffage in an old play call'd Hieronymo or The Spanish Tragedy.
At the hedge-corner in the coldest fault?
Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet,
But fup them well, and look unto them all;
Hun. 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 so foundly.
Lord. O monftrous beaft! how like a fwine he lies!
1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think, he cannot choose.
Full of rosewater, and bestrew'd with flowers;
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
And that his lady mourns at his disease;
And when he fays he's poor, fay that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord :
This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs:
It will be paftime paffing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modefty.
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.
Sirrah, go, fee what trumpet 'tis that founds. [Sly is carried of.
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?