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    The Taming of the Shrew
    The Taming of the Shrew
    The Taming of the Shrew
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    The Taming of the Shrew

    By William Shakespeare

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    The Taming of the Shrew is a comedy written by William Shakespeare.The plot centers around the courtship of Petruchio and Katherina.The latter is headstrong and not easily impressed.The movie 10 Things I Hate About You is loosely based off The Taming of the Shrew.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781508014430
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is the world's greatest ever playwright. Born in 1564, he split his time between Stratford-upon-Avon and London, where he worked as a playwright, poet and actor. In 1582 he married Anne Hathaway. Shakespeare died in 1616 at the age of fifty-two, leaving three children—Susanna, Hamnet and Judith. The rest is silence.

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      The Taming of the Shrew - William Shakespeare

      THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

      ………………

      William Shakespeare

      CHIOS CLASSICS

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      Copyright © 2015 by William Shakespeare

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Taming of the Shrew

      Persons in the Induction

      Persons of the Play

      Scene I. Before an alehouse on a heath.

      Scene II. A bedchamber in the Lord’s house.

      Act I

      Scene I. Padua. A public place.

      Scene II. Padua. Before Hortensio’s house.

      Scene I. Padua. A room in Baptista’s house.

      Scene I. Padua. Baptista’s house.

      Scene II. Padua. Before Baptista’s house.

      Scene I. Petruchio’s country house.

      Scene II. Padua. Before Baptista’s house.

      Scene III. A room in Petruchio’s house.

      Scene IV. Padua. Before Baptista’s house.

      Scene V. A public road.

      Scene I. Padua. Before Lucentio’s house.

      Scene II. Padua. Lucentio’s house.

      The Taming of the Shrew

      By

      William Shakespeare

      THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

      ………………

      PERSONS IN THE INDUCTION

      ………………

      A Lord,

      Christopher Sly, a tinker.

      Hostess,

      Page,

      Players, Huntsmen, and Servants.

      PERSONS OF THE PLAY

      ………………

      Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua, father of Bianca and Katherina.

      Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa.

      Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca.

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

      Gremio and Hortensio, suitors to Bianca.

      Tranio and Biondello, servants to Lucentio.

      Grumio, Curtis, Nathaniel, Nicholas, Joseph, Philip and Peter, servants to Petruchio.

      A Pedant,

      Katharina the shrew,

      Bianca,

      A Widow,

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

      Scene: Padua, and Petruchio’s country house.

      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:

      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.

      First Huntsman

      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.

      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,

      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?

      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.

      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.

      First Huntsman

      My lord, I warrant you we will 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 ’tis that sounds:

      Exit Servingman

      Belike, some noble gentleman that means,

      Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

      Re-enter Servingman

      How now! who is it?

      Servant

      An’t please your honour, players

      That offer service to your lordship.

      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 tonight?

      A Player

      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:

      ’Twas where you woo’d the gentlewoman so well:

      I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part

      Was aptly fitted and naturally perform’d.

      A Player

      I think ’twas Soto that your honour means.

      Lord

      ’Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.

      Well, you are come to me in a happy time;

      The rather for I have some sport in hand

      Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

      There is a lord will

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