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duction. GRUMIO, Servants to Petruchio. CURTIS,
BAPTISTA, a rich Gentleman of The Pedant.
VINCENTIO, an old Gentleman of KATHARINA, Daughters to Bap
LUCENTIO, Son to Vincentio.
Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.
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.
paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Host. I know my remedy: I must go fetch the head-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.
[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.
Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants.
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.
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? 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,