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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1.
Act IV. sc. 4.

Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.

Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa.

Appears, Act IV. sc. 5. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

PETRUCIO, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina.

Appears, Act I. sc. 2.

Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.

Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 3; sc. 5.

Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

GREMIO, a suitor to Bianca.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.

Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

HORTENSIO, a suitor to Bianca.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2. Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 3; sc. 5. Act V. sc. 2.

TRANIO, servant to Lucentio.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1; sc. 2.

Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.
Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1;
BIONDELLO, servant to Lucentio.
Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.
Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

sc. 2.

GRUMIO, servant to Petrucio.

Appears, Act I. sc. 2.

Act III. sc. 2. Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 3
Act V. sc. 2.

CURTIS, servant to Petrucio.

Appears, Act IV. sc. 1.

Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 2; sc. 4. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

Katharina, the shrew, daughter to Baptista.

Appears, Act I. sc. 1.

Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2.

Act IV. sc. 1; sc. 3; sc. 5. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

BIANCA, sister to Katharina, and daughter to Baptista.
Appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 1; sc. 2.
Act IV. sc. 2. Act V. sc. 1; sc. 2.

Widow.

Appears, Act V. sc. 2.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petrucio.

SCENE, SOMETIMES IN PADUA; AND SOMETIMES IN PETRUCIO'S
HOUSE IN THE COUNTRY.

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There is no List of Characters in the original edition.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW was first printed in the folio collection of Shakspere's Plays in 1623. In 1594 A plesant conceited Historie called the Taming of a Shrew' was printed. This play, it is thought, preceded Shakspere's Taming of the Shrew.'

TAMING OF THE SHREW.

INDUCTION.

A LORD.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

CHRISTOPHER SLY, a drunken Tinker.

Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and other Servants.

SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

Enter HOSTESS and SLY.

SLY. I'll pheese you, in faith.

HOST. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

SLY. Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa!

HOST. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst! SLY. No, not a denier: Go by: S. Jeronimy!-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

HOST. I 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 his Train. LORD. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd;

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 to-day 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?

breathe?

See, doth he

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,

And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 HUN. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 HUN. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd LORD. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. Then take him up, and manage well the jest:

Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters,

And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
Procure me music ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say, What is it your honour will command?
Let one attend him with a silver bason,

Full of rose water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

And say,-Will 't please your lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a costly suit,

And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his lady mourns at his disease:
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
And, when he says he is-, say, that he dream
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
It will be pastime passing excellent,

If it be husbanded with modesty.

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 't is that sounds: [Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman, that means,

Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

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Now, fellows, you are welcome.
PLAYERS.

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;—

"T was 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, 't was Soto that your honour means.

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