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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13358	A pleasant conceited historie, called The taming of a shrew As it was sundry times acted by the Right honorable the Earle of Pembrook his seruants.; Taming of a shrew.		1594 (1594)	STC 23667; ESTC S111124	26,958	54

A Pleasant Conceited Historie called The taming of a Shrew As it was sundry times acted by the Right honorable the Earle of Pembrook his seruants Printed at London by Peter Short and are to be sold by Cutbert Burbie at his shop at the Royall Exchange 1594 A Pleasant conceited Historie called The Taming of a Shrew Enter a Tapster beating out of his doores Slie Droonken Tapster YOu whorson droonken slaue you had best be gone And empty your droonken panch some where else For in this house thou shalt not rest to night Exit Tapster Slie Tilly vally by crisee Tapster I le fese you anon Fils the tother pot and all 's paid for looke you I doo drinke it of mine owne Instegation Omne bene Heere I le lie a while why Tapster I say Fils a fresh cushen heere Heigh ho heer 's good warme lying He fals asleepe Enter a Noble man and his men from hunting Lord Now that the gloomie shaddow of the night Longing to view Orions drisling lookes Leapes from th' antarticke World vnto the skie And dims the Welkin with her pitchie breath And darkesome night oreshades the christall heauens Here breake we off our hunting for to night Cupple vppe the hounds and let vs hie vs home And bid the huntsman see them meated well For they haue all deseru'd it well to daie But soft what sleepie fellow is this lies heere Or is he dead see one what he dooth lacke Seruingman My lord t is nothing but a drunken sleepe His head is too heauie for his bodie And he hath drunke so much that he can go no furder Lord Fie how the slauish villaine stinkes of drinke Ho sirha arise What so sound asleepe Go take him vppe and beare him to my house And beare him easilie for feare he wake And in my fairest chamber make a fire And set a sumptuous banquet on the boord And put my richest garmentes on his backe Then set him at the Table in a chaire When that is doone against he shall awake Let heauenlie musicke play about him still Go two of you awaie and beare him hence And then I le tell you what I haue deuisde But see in any case you wake him not Exeunt two with Slie Now take my cloake and giue me one of yours Al fellowes now and see you take me so For we will waite vpon this droonken man To see his countnance when he dooth awake And finde himselfe clothed in such attire With heauenlie musicke sounding in his eares And such a banquet set before his eies The fellow sure will thinke he is in heauen But we will be about him when he wakes And see you call him Lord at euerie word And offer thou him his horse to ride abroad And thou his hawkes and houndes to hunt the deere And I will aske what sutes he meanes to weare And what so ere he saith see you doo not laugh But still perswade him that he is a Lord Enter one Mes. And it please your honour your plaiers be com And doo attend your honours pleasure here Lord The fittest time they could haue chosen out Bid one or two of them come hither straight Now will I fit my selfe accordinglie For they shall play to him when he awakes Enter two of the players with packs at their backs and a boy Now sirs what store of plaies haue you San. Marrie my lord you maie haue a Tragicall Or a comoditie or what you will The other A Comedie thou shouldst say souns thout shame vs all Lord And what 's the name of your Comedie San. Marrie my lord t is calde The taming of a shrew T is a good lesson for vs my lord for vs Y are maried men Lord The taming of a shrew that 's excellent sure Go see that you make you readie straight For you must play before a lord to night Say you are his men and I your fellow Hee s something foolish but what so ere he saies See that you be not dasht out of countenance And sirha go you make you ready straight And dresse your selfe like some louelie ladie And when I call see that you come to me For I will say to him thou art his wife Dallie with him and hug him in thine armes And if he desire to goe to bed with thee Then faine some scuse and say thou wilt anon Be gone I say and see thou doost it well Boy Feare not my Lord I le dandell him well enough And make him thinke I loue him mightilie Ex. boy Lord Now sirs go you and make you ready to For you must play assoone as he dooth wake San. O braue sirha Tom we must play before A foolish Lord come le ts go make vs ready Go get a dishclout to make cleane your shooes And I le speake for the properties My Lord we must Haue a shoulder of mutton for a propertie And a little vinegre to make our Diuell rore Lord Very well sirha see that they want nothing Exeunt omnes Enter two with a table and a banquet on it and two other with Slie asleepe in a chaire richlie apparelled the musick plaieng One So sirha now go call my Lord And tel him that all things is ready as he wild it Another Set thou some wine vpon the boord And then I le go fetch my Lord presentlie Exit Enter the Lord and his men Lord How now what is all thinges readie One I my Lord Lord Then sound the musick and I le wake him straight And see you doo as earst I gaue in charge My lord My lord he sleepes soundlie My lord Slie Tapster gis a little small ale Heigh ho Lord Heer 's wine my lord the purest of the grape Slie For which Lord Lord For your honour my Lord Slie Who I am I a Lord Iesus what fine apparell haue I got Lord More richer farre your honour hath to weare And if it please you I will fetch them straight Wil. And if your honour please to ride abroad I le fetch you lustie steedes more swift of pace Then winged Pegasus in all his pride That ran so swiftlie ouer the Persian plaines Tom. And if your honour please to hunt the deere Your hounds stands readie cuppeld at the doore Who in running will oretake the Row And make the long breathde Tygre broken winded Slie By the masse I thinke I am a Lord indeed What 's thy name Lord Simon and it please your honour Slie Simon that 's as much to say Simion or Simon Put foorth thy hand and fill the pot Giue me thy hand Sim am I a lord indeed Lord I my gratious Lord and your louelie ladie Long time hath moorned for your absence heere And now with ioy behold where she dooth come To gratulate your honours safe returne Enter the boy in Womans attire Slie Sim Is this she Lord I my Lord Slie Masse t is a prettie wench what 's her name Boy Oh that my louelie Lord would once vouchsafe To looke on me and leaue these frantike fits Or were I