Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 514 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Marry my lord 'tis called The taming of a Shrew. 'tis a good lesson for us my L. for us that are married men The taming of a shrew, that's excellent sure, Go see that you make you ready strait, For you must play before a lord to night, Say you are his men and I your fellow, he's something foolish, but what so ere he says, See that you be not dashed out of countenance. And sirrah, go you make you ready strait, 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 got to bed with thee, Then feign some excuse and say thou wilt anon. Be gone I say, and see thou dost it well. Fear not my Lord, I'll handle him well enough And make him think I love him mightily. Now sirs, go you and make you ready too, 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 are ready as he willed it. Set thou some wine upon the board, And then I'll go fetch my Lord presently. How now, what is all things ready? Yea 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 sound, my Lord. Tapster, gives 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 strait. And if your honour please to ride abroad, I'll fetch your lusty steeds more swift of pace Then winged Pegasus in all his pride, That ran so swiftly over 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 wound. By the mass I think I am a Lord indeed, What's thy name? Simon and if it please your honour. Sim, that's as much to say Simion or Simon Put forth thy hand and fill the pot. Give me thy hand, Sim am I a lord indeed? I my gracious Lord, and your lovely lady Long time hath mourned for your absence here. And now with joy behold where she doth come To gratulate your honours safe return.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Marrie my lord tis calde The taming of a Shrew. Tis a good leſſon for vs my L. for vs that are maried men The taming of a ſhrew, thats excellent ſure, Go ſee that you make you readie ſtraight, For you muſt plaie 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 readie ſtraight, And dreſſe your ſelfe like ſome louelie ladie, And when I cal, ſee that you come to me, For I will ſay to him thou art his wife, Dally with him and hug him in thine armes, And if he deſire to got 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 handle him well enough And make him thinke I loue him mightilie. Now ſirs, go you and make you ready too, For you muſt play aſſoone as he doth 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 tell him that all things are ready as he willd it. Set thou ſome wine vpon the boord, And then Ile go fetch my Lord preſently. How now, what is all things readie? Yea my Lord. Then ſound the muſicke and Ile wake him ſtrait, And ſee you doe as earſt I gaue in charge. My Lord, my Lord, he ſleepes ſoundly, my Lord. Tapſter, giues alittle ſmal ale: Heigh ho. Heere's wine, my Lord, the pureſt of the grape. For which Lord? For your honor, my Lord. Who I, am I a Lord? Ieſus what fine apparell haue I got. More richer far 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 your luſtie ſteedes more ſwift of pace Then winged Pegaſus in all his pride, That ran ſo ſwiftlie ouer Perſian plaines. And if your honour pleaſe to hunt the deere, Your hounds ſtands readie cuppled at the doore, Who in running will oretake the Row, And make the long breathde Tygre broken winded. By the maſſe I thinke I am a Lord indeed, Whats thy name? Simon and if it pleaſe your honour. Sim, thats as much to ſay Simion or Simon Put forth thy hand and fill the pot. Giue me thy hand, Sim am I a lord indeed? I my gracious Lord, and your louely ladie Long time hath mourned for your abſence heere. And now with ioy behold where ſhe dooth come To gratulate your honours ſafe returne.