The Taming of the Shrew

By: Shakespeare, William

Book Excerpt: forgot your name; but, sure, that partWas aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.PLAYER.I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.LORD.'Tis very true; thou didst it excellent.Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in handWherein your cunning can assist me much.There is a lord will hear you play to-night;But I am doubtful of your modesties, Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, --For yet his honour never heard a play, --You break into some merry passionAnd so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient.PLAYER.Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antick in the world.LORD.Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords.[Exit one with the PLAYERS.]Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady;That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, And call him 'madam, ' do him obei

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN13: 9798733455235
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 88 Pages
• Weight: 0.50 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.2" x 8.5" x 11.0"