TAMING

OF THE

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INDUCTIO N.

SCENE I.

Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

Enter Hoftefs and Sly.

Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Hoft. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

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Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues: Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa! Hoft. You will not pay for the glaffes you have burst?

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b

pheefe]-comb your head, curry, drub. rogues:]-vagrants, vulgar fellows.

d

braft, broken.

e William.

pocas pallabras-few words; let the world flip, wag on; -be quiet, ceffa.

Sly.

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Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, Jeronimy ;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Hoft. 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. [Falls afleep.

Wind borns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with a train. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is imbost,

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 lofe the dog for twenty pound.

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Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord: 'He cried upon it at the meerest loss,

m

And twice to-day " pick'd out the dulleft fcent:
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Eccho were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch.
But fup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

Hun. I will, my lord.

f No, not a denier :]-No, not a farthing.

8 Go by, Jeronimy ;-Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.]—" Don't be troublesome, don't interrupt me, go by."-A burlesque of two of Hieronimo's fpeeches in the Spanish Tragedy is here plainly intended. Hieronimo beware; go by, go by."

"What outcries pluck me from my naked bed ?” thirdborough,]-conftable-Headborough.

i Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is imboft,]-The beagle's joints are fwollen.

in the coldeft fault ?]-when the trail had been long lost.

He cried upon it at the meereft lofs,]-babbled, gave his tongue on the firft lofs of scent.

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pick'd out the dulleft fcent :]-hunted upon the weakest.

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 fleep fo foundly.

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a fwine he lies!
Grim death, how foul and loathfome is thine image!-
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.—
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrap'd in sweet cloaths, 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 chufe. 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthlefs fancy.. Then take him up, and manage well the jest :— Carry him gently to my faireft chamber,

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
"Balm his foul head with warm diftilled waters,
And burn fweet wood to make the lodging fweet:
Procure me mufick ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly found;
And if he chance to speak, be ready ftraight,
And, with a low fubmiffive reverence,
Say, What is it your honour will command?
Let one attend him with a filver bason,

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

And fay,-Will't please your lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a coftly fuit,

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 lunatick;

And, when he fays he is,fay that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs;

It will be pastime paffing excellent,

If it be husbanded with modefty.

1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, As he fhall 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. Sound trumpets.

Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :

Belike, fome noble gentleman; that means, [Exit Servant. Travelling fome journey, to repofe him here.

Re-enter a Servant.

How now? who is it?

Ser. An't please your honour, players, That offer service to your lordship.

Lord. Bid them come near :

Enter Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome.

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 ;

• And, when he fays he is,]—" he is" may be only opposed to "hath "been lunatic," in the preceding line.-who he is, tells you his name. P kindly,]-naturally.

a If it be bufbanded with modefty.]-If it be kept within due bounds, if the joke be not fpoil'd by laughing outright.

'Twas

'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman fo well! I have forgot your name; but, fure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

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 affift me much. There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modefties; Left, over-eying of his odd behaviour, (For yet his honour never heard a play) You break into fome merry paffion,

And fo offend him; for I tell you, firs,

If

you fhould fmile, he grows impatient.

Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,

Were he the verieft antick in the world.

Lord. Go, firrah, take them to the buttery,
And give them friendly welcome every one;
Let them want nothing that my house affords.-

[Exit one with the players.
Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,,
And fee him drefs'd in all fuits like a lady:
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
And call him-madam, do him obeisance.

Tell him from me, (as he will win my love)
He bear himself with honourable action,
Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies
Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With foft low tongue, and lowly courtesy;
And fay,-What is't your honour will command,

Soto]-A character in Fletcher's Women pleas'd. $ modefties ;]-moderation, felf-command.

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* fuits]-points.

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