Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 466 words
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Marry my lord you may have a Tragical Or a commodity, or what you will. A Comedy thou shouldst say, 'Zounds thout shame us all. And what's the name of your Comedy? Marry my lord 'tis called The taming of a shrew: 'tis a good lesson for us my lord, for us you're married men The taming of a shrew, that's excellent sure, Go see that you make you ready straight, For you must play before a lord tonight, Say you are his men and I your fellow, he's something foolish, but whatsoe'er he says, See that you be not dashed out of countenance. And sirrah go you make you ready straight, And dress yourself like some lovely lady, And when I call see that you come to me, For I will say to him thou art his wife, Dally with him and hug him in thine arms, And if he desire to go to bed with thee, Then fain some 'scuse and say thou wilt anon. Be gone I say, and see thou dost it well. Fear not my Lord, I'll dandell him well enough And make him think I love him mightily. Now sirs go you and make you ready to, For you must play assoon as he doth wake. O brave, sirrah Tom, we must play before A foolish Lord, come let's go make us ready, Go get a dishclout to make clean your shoes, And I'll speak for the properties, My Lord, we must Have a shoulder of mutton for a property, And a little vinegar to make our Devil roar. Very well: sirrah see that they want nothing. So: sirrah now go call my Lord, And tell him that all things is ready as he willed it. Another. Set thou some wine upon the board And then I'll go fetch my Lord presently. How now, what is all things ready? I my Lord. Then sound the music, and I'll wake him straight, And see you do as erst I gave in charge. My lord, My lord, he sleeps soundly: My lord. Tapster, gis a little small ale. Heigh ho, here's wine my lord, the purest of the grape. For which Lord? For your honour my Lord. Who I, am I a Lord? Iesus what fine apparel have I got. More richer far your honour hath to wear, And if it please you I will fetch them straight. And if your honour please to ride abroad, I'll fetch you lusty steeds more swift of pace Then winged Pegasus in all his pride, That ran so swiftly over the Persian plains. And if your honour please to hunt the dear, Your hounds stands ready coupled at the door, Who in running will o'ertake the Row, And make the long breathed Tiger broken winded.
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Marrie my lord you maie haue a Tragicall Or a comoditie, or what you will. A Comedie thou ſhouldſt ſay, ſouns thout ſhame vs all. And whats the name of your Comedie? Marrie my lord tis calde The taming of a ſhrew: Tis a good leſſon for vs my lord, for vs y are maried men The taming of a ſhrew, thats 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, Hees 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. Feare not my Lord, Ile dandell him well enough And make him thinke I loue him mightilie. Now ſirs go you and make you ready to, For you muſt play aſſoone as he dooth wake. O braue, ſirha Tom, we muſt play before A fooliſh Lord, come lets go make vs ready, Go get a diſhclout to make cleane your ſhooes, And Ile 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. Very well: ſirha ſee that they want nothing. 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 Ile go fetch my Lord preſentlie. How now, what is all thinges readie? I my Lord. Then ſound the muſick, and Ile wake him ſtraight, And ſee you doo as earſt I gaue in charge. My lord, My lord, he ſleepes ſoundlie: My lord. Tapſter, gis a little ſmall ale. Heigh ho, Heers wine my lord, the pureſt of the grape. For which Lord? For your honour my Lord. Who I, am I a Lord? Ieſus what fine apparell haue I got. More richer farre your honour hath to weare, And if it pleaſe you I will fetch them ſtraight. And if your honour pleaſe to ride abroad, Ile fetch you luſtie ſteedes more ſwift of pace Then winged Pegaſus in all his pride, That ran ſo ſwiftlie ouer the Perſian plaines. 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.