The Taming of the Shrew, with line numbers E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Seltzer Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 113

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Classic Shakespearean comedy, with line numbers. According to Wikipedia: "The Taming of the Shrew is an early comedy by William Shakespeare believed to have been written between 1590 and 1594. The play begins with a framing device, often referred to as the Induction, in which a drunken tinker named Sly is tricked into thinking he is a nobleman by a mischievous Lord. The Lord has a play performed for Sly's amusement with a primary and sub-plot. The main plot depicts the courting of Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, and Katherina, the headstrong, obdurate, and eponymous shrew. Katherina is at first an unwilling participant in the relationship but Petruchio tempers her with various psychological torments - the "taming" - until she is an obedient bride. The sub-plot features a competition between the suitors of Katherina's less intractable sister, Bianca."

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The Taming Of The Shrew By William Shakespeare

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Other comedies by William Shakespeare:

All's Well That Ends Well

As You Like It

The Comedy of Errors

Love's Labour's Lost

Measure for Measure

The Merchant of Venice

The Merry Wives of Windsor

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Much Ado About Nothing

Twelfth Night

Two Gentlemen of Verona

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Dramatis Personae

The Taming Of The Shrew

Induction

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.

Act II

Scene I Padua. A Room In Baptista's House.

Act III

Scene I Padua. Baptista's House.

Scene II Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Act IV

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.

Act V

Scene I Padua. Before Lucentio's House.

Scene II Padua. Lucentio's House.

Dramatis Personae

Persons inthe Induction

A Lord.

Christopher Sly, a tinker. (Sly:)

Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Servants.

 (Hostess:)

 (Page:)

 (A Player:)

 (First Huntsman:)

 (Second Huntsman:)

 (Messenger:)

 (First Servant:)

 (Second Servant:)

 (Third Servant:)

Baptista, A Rich Gentleman Of Padua.

Vincentio, An Old Gentleman Of Pisa.

Lucentio, Son To Vincentio, In Love With Bianca.

Petruchio, A Gentleman Of Verona, A Suitor To Katharina.

Suitors To Bianca

Gremio

Hortensio

Servants To Lucentio

Tranio

Biondello

Servants To Petruchio

Grumio

Curtis

Nathaniel

Nicholas

Joseph

Philip

Peter

A Pedant.

Daughters To Baptista

Katharina, The Shrew

Bianca

Widow.

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

 (Tailor:)

 (Haberdasher:)

 (First Servant:)

SCENE Padua, and Petruchio's country house.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

INDUCTION

SCENE I Before an alehouse on a heath.

[Enter HOSTESS and SLY]

(1) 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

(10) 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

(20) 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.

(30) 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,

(40) 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:

(50) 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

(60) 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,

(70) 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.

(80) 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.

(90) 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 hear you play to-night:

 But I am doubtful of your modesties;

 Lest over-eyeing of his odd behavior,--

 For yet his honour never heard a play--

 You break into some merry passion

 And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,

 If you should smile he grows impatient.

(100) A PLAYER Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,

 Were he the veriest antic in the world.

LORD 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 Barthol'mew 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,

(110) He bear himself with honourable action,

 Such as he hath observed 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,

(120) Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd

 To see her noble lord restored to health,

 Who for this seven years hath esteem'd 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:

(130) 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]

SCENE II A bedchamber in the LORD'S house.

[Enter aloft SLY, with ATTENDANTS; some with apparel, others with basin and ewer and appurtenances; and LORD]

(1) SLY For God's sake, a pot of small ale.

FIRST SERVANT Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?

SECOND SERVANT Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?

THIRD SERVANT What raiment will your honour wear to-day?

SLY I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor

 'lordship:' I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if

 you give me any conserves, give me conserves of

 beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I

 have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings

(10) than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay,

 sometimes more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my

 toes look through the over-leather.

LORD Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!

 O, that a mighty man of such descent,

 Of such possessions and so high esteem,

 Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

SLY What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher

 Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath, by birth a

(20) pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a

 bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker?

 Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if

 she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence

 on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the

 lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not

 bestraught: here's--

THIRD SERVANT O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

SECOND SERVANT O, this is it that makes your servants droop!

(30) LORD Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,

 As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

 O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth,

 Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment

 And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.

 Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

 Each in his office ready at thy beck.

 Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,

[Music]

 And twenty caged nightingales do sing:

 Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch

(40) Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

 On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

 Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground:

 Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,

 Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.

 Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar

 Above the morning lark or wilt thou hunt?

 Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them

 And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

FIRST SERVANT Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift

(50) As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

SECOND SERVANT Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight

 Adonis painted by a running brook,

 And Cytherea all in sedges hid,

 Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,

 Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

LORD We'll show thee Io as she was a maid,

 And how she was beguiled and surprised,

 As lively painted as the deed was done.

THIRD SERVANT Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,

(60) Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds,

 And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

 So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

LORD Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord:

 Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

 Than any woman in this waning age.

FIRST SERVANT And till the tears that she hath shed for thee

 Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,

 She was the fairest creature in the world;

 And yet she is inferior to none.

(70) SLY Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?

 Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?

 I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

 I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things:

 Upon my life, I am a lord indeed

 And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly.

 Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

 And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

SECOND SERVANT Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands?

 O, how we joy to see your wit restored!

(80) O, that once more you knew but what you are!

 These fifteen years you have been in a dream;

 Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept.

SLY These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.

 But did I never speak of all that time?

FIRST SERVANT O, yes, my lord, but very idle words:

 For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,

 Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;

 And rail upon the hostess of the house;

 And say you would present her at the leet,

(90) Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts:

 Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.