The Taming of the Shrew: Beyond World's Classics

By: Shakespeare, William

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 goodAt 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 lossAnd 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.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, 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 chamberAnd hang it round with all my wanton pictures: Balm his foul head in warm distilled watersAnd burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Procure me music ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;And if he chance to speak, be ready straightAnd with a low submissive reverenceSay 'What is it your honour will command?'Let one attend him with a silver basinFull 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 suitAnd 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 hus

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B08J58PKH4
• ISBN13: 9798685815149
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 132 Pages
• Weight: 0.39 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 5.5" x 8.5"