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Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Lord |
45 |
Even as a flatt'ring 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 basin
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 dreams,
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.
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2 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Servant |
82 |
An't please your honour, players
That offer service to your lordship.
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3 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Lord |
109 |
Go, sirrah, 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 see him dress'd in all suits 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 observ'd in noble ladies
Unto their lords, by them accomplished;
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
And say 'What is't your honour will command,
Wherein your lady and your humble wife
May show her duty and make known her love?'
And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
And with declining head into his bosom,
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed
To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Who for this seven years hath esteemed him
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar.
And if the boy have not a woman's gift
To rain a shower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for such a shift,
Which, in a napkin being close convey'd,
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst;
Anon I'll give thee more instructions. Exit a SERVINGMAN
I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
Voice, gait, and action, of a gentlewoman;
I long to hear him call the drunkard 'husband';
And how my men will stay themselves from laughter
When they do homage to this simple peasant.
I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence
May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Exeunt
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
First Servant |
149 |
Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
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5 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
Second Servant |
150 |
Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?
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6 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
Second Servant |
221 |
Will't please your Mightiness to wash your hands?
O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!
O, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
Christopher Sly |
289 |
Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let
the world slip;-we shall ne'er be younger.
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8 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1] |
Hortensio |
426 |
Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it
shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd till by helping
Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free
for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man
be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you,
Signior Gremio?
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9 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Gremio |
742 |
O Sir, such a life with such a wife were strange!
But if you have a stomach, to't a God's name;
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat?
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10 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Biondello |
773 |
He that has the two fair daughters; is't he you mean?
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11 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Katherina |
849 |
Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio?
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12 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Biondello |
1423 |
O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd like
the horse- with a linen stock on one leg and a kersey boot-hose
on the other, gart'red with a red and blue list; an old hat, and
the humour of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather; a
monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian
footboy or a gentleman's lackey.
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13 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Baptista Minola |
1552 |
Is't possible you will away to-night?
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14 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Curtis |
1667 |
Let's ha't, good Grumio.
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15 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Petruchio |
1779 |
I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expressly am forbid to touch it;
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended.
And for this night we'll fast for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Exeunt
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Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 2] |
Tranio |
1824 |
Is 't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.
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Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
2050 |
Thy gown? Why, ay. Come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here?
What's this? A sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down, carv'd like an appletart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
Why, what a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
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Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
2150 |
It shall be seven ere I go to horse.
Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it. Sirs, let 't alone;
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
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19 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Vincentio |
2398 |
Is't so, indeed? [He beats BIONDELLO]
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20 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 2] |
Lucentio |
2689 |
Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't.
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