{"id":9,"date":"2017-03-09T03:13:18","date_gmt":"2017-03-09T03:13:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/tamingoftheshrew2017\/?page_id=9"},"modified":"2017-03-16T01:31:20","modified_gmt":"2017-03-16T01:31:20","slug":"induction","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.seethingbrains.com\/tamingoftheshrew2018\/induction\/","title":{"rendered":"Induction"},"content":{"rendered":"

SCENE I. Before an alehouse on a heath.<\/h3>\n

Enter Hostess and SLY<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ll pheeze you, in faith.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Hostess<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A pair of stocks, you rogue!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in
\n<\/a>the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
\n<\/a>Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Hostess<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold
\n<\/a>bed, and warm thee.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Hostess<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know my remedy; I must go fetch the
\n<\/a>third–borough.<\/p>\n

Exit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I’ll answer him
\n<\/a>by law: I’ll not budge an inch, boy: let him come,
\n<\/a>and kindly.<\/p>\n

Falls asleep<\/i><\/p>\n

Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:
\n<\/a>Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss’d;
\n<\/a>And couple Clowder with the deep–mouth’d brach.
\n<\/a>Saw’st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
\n<\/a>At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault?
\n<\/a>I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
\n<\/a>He cried upon it at the merest loss
\n<\/a>And twice to-day pick’d out the dullest scent:
\n<\/a>Trust me, I take him for the better dog.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
\n<\/a>I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
\n<\/a>But sup them well and look unto them all:
\n<\/a>To-morrow I intend to hunt again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm’d with ale,
\n<\/a>This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies!
\n<\/a>Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
\n<\/a>Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
\n<\/a>What think you, if he were convey’d to bed,
\n<\/a>Wrapp’d in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
\n<\/a>A most delicious banquet by his bed,
\n<\/a>And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
\n<\/a>Would not the beggar then forget himself?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It would seem strange unto him when he waked.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy.
\n<\/a>Then take him up and manage well the jest:
\n<\/a>Carry him gently to my fairest chamber
\n<\/a>And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
\n<\/a>Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters
\n<\/a>And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
\n<\/a>Procure me music ready when he wakes,
\n<\/a>To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
\n<\/a>And if he chance to speak, be ready straight
\n<\/a>And with a low submissive reverence
\n<\/a>Say ‘What is it your honour will command?’
\n<\/a>Let one attend him with a silver basin
\n<\/a>Full of rose-water and bestrew’d with flowers,
\n<\/a>Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
\n<\/a>And say ‘Will’t please your lordship cool your hands?’
\n<\/a>Some one be ready with a costly suit
\n<\/a>And ask him what apparel he will wear;
\n<\/a>Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
\n<\/a>And that his lady mourns at his disease:
\n<\/a>Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
\n<\/a>And when he says he is, say that he dreams,
\n<\/a>For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
\n<\/a>This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
\n<\/a>It will be pastime passing excellent,
\n<\/a>If it be husbanded with modesty.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Huntsman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord, I warrant you we will play our part,
\n<\/a>As he shall think by our true diligence
\n<\/a>He is no less than what we say he is.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Take him up gently and to bed with him;
\n<\/a>And each one to his office when he wakes.<\/p>\n

Some bear out SLY. A trumpet sounds<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sirrah, go see what trumpet ’tis that sounds:<\/p>\n

Exit Servingman<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Belike, some noble gentleman that means,
\n<\/a>Travelling some journey, to repose him here.<\/p>\n

Re-enter Servingman<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now! who is it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>An’t please your honour, players
\n<\/a>That offer service to your lordship.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Bid them come near.<\/p>\n

Enter Players<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now, fellows, you are welcome.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Players<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>We thank your honour.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do you intend to stay with me tonight?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>A Player<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So please your lordship to accept our duty.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
\n<\/a>Since once he play’d a farmer’s eldest son:
\n<\/a>‘Twas where you woo’d the gentlewoman so well:
\n<\/a>I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
\n<\/a>Was aptly fitted and naturally perform’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>A Player<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think ’twas Soto that your honour means.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis very true: thou didst it excellent.
\n<\/a>Well, you are come to me in a happy time;
\n<\/a>The rather for I have some sport in hand
\n<\/a>Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
\n<\/a>There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
\n<\/a>But I am doubtful of your modesties;
\n<\/a>Lest over-eyeing of his odd behavior,–
\n<\/a>For yet his honour never heard a play–
\n<\/a>You break into some merry passion
\n<\/a>And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
\n<\/a>If you should smile he grows impatient.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>A Player<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,
\n<\/a>Were he the veriest antic in the world.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
\n<\/a>And give them friendly welcome every one:
\n<\/a>Let them want nothing that my house affords.<\/p>\n

Exit one with the Players<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sirrah, go you to Barthol’mew my page,
\n<\/a>And see him dress’d in all suits like a lady:
\n<\/a>That done, conduct him to the drunkard’s chamber;
\n<\/a>And call him ‘madam,’ do him obeisance.
\n<\/a>Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
\n<\/a>He bear himself with honourable action,
\n<\/a>Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
\n<\/a>Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
\n<\/a>Such duty to the drunkard let him do
\n<\/a>With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
\n<\/a>And say ‘What is’t your honour will command,
\n<\/a>Wherein your lady and your humble wife
\n<\/a>May show her duty and make known her love?’
\n<\/a>And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
\n<\/a>And with declining head into his bosom,
\n<\/a>Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy’d
\n<\/a>To see her noble lord restored to health,
\n<\/a>Who for this seven years hath esteem’d him
\n<\/a>No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
\n<\/a>And if the boy have not a woman’s gift
\n<\/a>To rain a shower of commanded tears,
\n<\/a>An onion will do well for such a shift,
\n<\/a>Which in a napkin being close convey’d
\n<\/a>Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
\n<\/a>See this dispatch’d with all the haste thou canst:
\n<\/a>Anon I’ll give thee more instructions.<\/p>\n

Exit a Servingman<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
\n<\/a>Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman:
\n<\/a>I long to hear him call the drunkard husband,
\n<\/a>And how my men will stay themselves from laughter
\n<\/a>When they do homage to this simple peasant.
\n<\/a>I’ll in to counsel them; haply my presence
\n<\/a>May well abate the over-merry spleen
\n<\/a>Which otherwise would grow into extremes.<\/p>\n

Exeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE II. A bedchamber in the Lord’s house.<\/h3>\n

Enter aloft SLY, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with basin and ewer and appurtenances; and Lord<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>For God’s sake, a pot of small ale.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will’t please your lordship drink a cup of sack?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will’t please your honour taste of these conserves?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What raiment will your honour wear to-day?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am Christophero Sly; call not me ‘honour’ nor
\n<\/a>‘lordship:’ I ne’er drank sack in my life; and if
\n<\/a>you give me any conserves, give me conserves of
\n<\/a>beef: ne’er ask me what raiment I’ll wear; for I
\n<\/a>have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings
\n<\/a>than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay,
\n<\/a>sometimes more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my
\n<\/a>toes look through the over-leather.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!
\n<\/a>O, that a mighty man of such descent,
\n<\/a>Of such possessions and so high esteem,
\n<\/a>Should be infused with so foul a spirit!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher
\n<\/a>Sly, old Sly’s son of Burtonheath, by birth a
\n<\/a>pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a
\n<\/a>bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker?
\n<\/a>Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if
\n<\/a>she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence
\n<\/a>on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the
\n<\/a>lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not
\n<\/a>bestraught: here’s–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, this is it that makes your servants droop!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,
\n<\/a>As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
\n<\/a>O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
\n<\/a>Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment
\n<\/a>And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
\n<\/a>Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
\n<\/a>Each in his office ready at thy beck.
\n<\/a>Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,<\/p>\n

Music<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
\n<\/a>Or wilt thou sleep? we’ll have thee to a couch
\n<\/a>Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
\n<\/a>On purpose trimm’d up for Semiramis.
\n<\/a>Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:
\n<\/a>Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp’d,
\n<\/a>Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
\n<\/a>Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar
\n<\/a>Above the morning lark or wilt thou hunt?
\n<\/a>Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them
\n<\/a>And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
\n<\/a>As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight
\n<\/a>Adonis painted by a running brook,
\n<\/a>And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
\n<\/a>Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,
\n<\/a>Even as the waving sedges play with wind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>We’ll show thee Io as she was a maid,
\n<\/a>And how she was beguiled and surprised,
\n<\/a>As lively painted as the deed was done.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
\n<\/a>Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,
\n<\/a>And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
\n<\/a>So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:
\n<\/a>Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
\n<\/a>Than any woman in this waning age.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And till the tears that she hath shed for thee
\n<\/a>Like envious floods o’er-run her lovely face,
\n<\/a>She was the fairest creature in the world;
\n<\/a>And yet she is inferior to none.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
\n<\/a>Or do I dream? or have I dream’d till now?
\n<\/a>I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;
\n<\/a>I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things:
\n<\/a>Upon my life, I am a lord indeed
\n<\/a>And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly.
\n<\/a>Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
\n<\/a>And once again, a pot o’ the smallest ale.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will’t please your mightiness to wash your hands?
\n<\/a>O, how we joy to see your wit restored!
\n<\/a>O, that once more you knew but what you are!
\n<\/a>These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
\n<\/a>Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.
\n<\/a>But did I never speak of all that time?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, yes, my lord, but very idle words:
\n<\/a>For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
\n<\/a>Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;
\n<\/a>And rail upon the hostess of the house;
\n<\/a>And say you would present her at the leet,
\n<\/a>Because she brought stone jugs and no seal’d quarts:
\n<\/a>Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, the woman’s maid of the house.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Servant<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,
\n<\/a>Nor no such men as you have reckon’d up,
\n<\/a>As Stephen Sly and did John Naps of Greece
\n<\/a>And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell
\n<\/a>And twenty more such names and men as these
\n<\/a>Which never were nor no man ever saw.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now Lord be thanked for my good amends!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>ALL<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Amen.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.<\/p>\n

Enter the Page as a lady, with attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How fares my noble lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Marry, I fare well for here is cheer enough.
\n<\/a>Where is my wife?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are you my wife and will not call me husband?
\n<\/a>My men should call me ‘lord:’ I am your goodman.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
\n<\/a>I am your wife in all obedience.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know it well. What must I call her?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Al’ce madam, or Joan madam?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Lord<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Madam,’ and nothing else: so lords
\n<\/a>call ladies.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam wife, they say that I have dream’d
\n<\/a>And slept above some fifteen year or more.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
\n<\/a>Being all this time abandon’d from your bed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
\n<\/a>Madam, undress you and come now to bed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
\n<\/a>To pardon me yet for a night or two,
\n<\/a>Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
\n<\/a>For your physicians have expressly charged,
\n<\/a>In peril to incur your former malady,
\n<\/a>That I should yet absent me from your bed:
\n<\/a>I hope this reason stands for my excuse.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, it stands so that I may hardly
\n<\/a>tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into
\n<\/a>my dreams again: I will therefore tarry in
\n<\/a>despite of the flesh and the blood.<\/p>\n

Enter a Messenger<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Messenger<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Your honour’s players, heating your amendment,
\n<\/a>Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
\n<\/a>For so your doctors hold it very meet,
\n<\/a>Seeing too much sadness hath congeal’d your blood,
\n<\/a>And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy:
\n<\/a>Therefore they thought it good you hear a play
\n<\/a>And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
\n<\/a>Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Marry, I will, let them play it. Is not a
\n<\/a>comondy a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, household stuff?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Page<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is a kind of history.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>SLY<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, well see’t. Come, madam wife, sit by my side
\n<\/a>and let the world slip: we shall ne’er be younger.<\/p>\n

Flourish<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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