The Taming of the Shrew
By William Shakespeare.
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Dramatis Personae
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A Lord, person in the introduction
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Christopher Sly, a tinker, person in the introduction
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Hostess, page, players, huntsmen, and servants, persons in the introduction
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Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua
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Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa
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Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca
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Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina
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Gremio, suitor to Bianca
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Hortensio, suitor to Bianca
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Tranio, servant to Lucentio
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Biondello, servant to Lucentio
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Grumio, servant to Petruchio
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Curtis, servant to Petruchio
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A Pedant
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Katharina, the shrew, daughter to Baptista
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Bianca, daughter to Baptista
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Widow
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Tailor, haberdasher, and servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio
Scene: Padua, and Petruchio’s country house.
The Taming of the Shrew
Induction
Scene I
Before an alehouse on a heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly. | |
Sly | I’ll pheeze you, in faith. |
Hostess | A pair of stocks, you rogue! |
Sly | Ye 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! |
Hostess | You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? |
Sly | No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. |
Hostess | I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough. 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. Falls asleep. |
Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train. | |
Lord |
Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: |
First Huntsman |
Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; |
Lord |
Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, |
First Huntsman | I will, my lord. |
Lord | What’s here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? |
Second Huntsman |
He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm’d with ale, |
Lord |
O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! |
First Huntsman | Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. |
Second Huntsman | It would seem strange unto him when he waked. |
Lord |
Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy. |
First Huntsman |
My lord, I warrant you we will play our part, |
Lord |
Take him up gently and to bed with him; |
Re-enter Servingman. | |
How now! who is it? | |
Servant |
An’t please your honour, players |
Lord | Bid them come near. |
Enter Players. | |
Now, fellows, you are welcome. | |
Players | We thank your honour. |
Lord | Do you intend to stay with me to-night? |