Persons in the Induction

   A LORD

    CHRISTOPHER SLY,
           a tinker

   HOSTESS

   PAGE

   PLAYERS

   HUNTSMEN

   SERVANTS

    BAPTISTA MINOLA,
           a gentleman of Padua

    VINCENTIO,
           a Merchant of Pisa

    LUCENTIO,
           son to Vincentio,
         in love with Bianca

    PETRUCHIO,
           a gentleman of Verona,
         a suitor to Katherina

    Suitors to Bianca

   GREMIO

   HORTENSIO

    Servants to Lucentio

   TRANIO

   BIONDELLO

    Servants to Petruchio

   GRUMIO

   CURTIS

   A PEDANT

    Daughters to Baptista

    KATHERINA,
           the shrew

   BIANCA

   A WIDOW

    Tailor,
           Haberdasher,
         and Servants
              attending on Baptista and Petruchio

   SCENE:

    Padua,
           and PETRUCHIO'S house
               in the country
 
  INDUCTION. SCENE I.

    Before an alehouse
           on a heath
          Enter HOSTESS and SLY

    SLY.

    I'll pheeze you,
           in faith.

    HOSTESS.

    A pair of stocks,
           you rogue!

    SLY.

    Y'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,
           Saint Jeronimy,
         go to thy cold 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] Wind horns.

    Enter a LORD from bunting,
           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
                   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