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Title: The comedies of William Shakespeare
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Abbey, Edwin Austin, 1852-1911
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Publisher: New York : Harper and brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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1 Hint. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 2 Hunt. 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 chamber.And hang it round with all my wanton pictures.Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters,And 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 straight.And, with a low, submissive reverence.Say, What is it your honor will command 1Let one attend him with a silver basinFull of rose-water, and bestrewed with flowers;Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper. Plate 19CHRISTOPHER SLY Taming of the Shrew, induction, scene ii.
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THE TAMING OF THE SHREW 141 And say, Willt please your lordship cool your hands? Some one be ready with a costly suit, And 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 husbanded with modesty. I Hunt. My lord, I warrant you well play our part,As he shall think, by our true diligence,He is no less than what we say he is. Lord. Take him up gendy, and to bed with him,And each one to his office when he wakes. \_Sound trumpets.Sirrah, go see what trumpet tis that sounds—Belike some noble gentleman that means.Travelling some journey, to repose him here.— Enter Serving-man. How now .? who is it .^ Serv. An it please your honour. Players that offer service to your lordship. Lord. Bid them come near.— Enter Play

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