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The Taming of the Shrew (Propeller Shakespeare)
Propeller Shakespeare
William Shakespeare, Edward Hall, Roger Warren, Edward Hall, Roger Warren
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The Taming of the Shrew (Propeller Shakespeare)
Propeller Shakespeare
William Shakespeare, Edward Hall, Roger Warren, Edward Hall, Roger Warren
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In The Taming Of The Shrew two, disguised, competing suitors clamour for the hand of beautiful Bianca whilst gold-digging Petruchio agrees to wed her viciously ill-tempered sister Kate sight-unseen. The difference between marrying for love and marrying for money, however, becomes increasingly difficult to judge. This brash, brutal and darkly comic story pulls no punches.
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CHRISTOPHER SLY
LUCENTIO, a young gentleman of Pisa
TRANIO, his servant
BAPTISTA, a wealthy gentleman of Padua
KATHERINE, his elder daughter
BIANCA, his younger daughter
BIONDELLO, Lucentioâs servant
PETRUCHIO, from Verona
A PEDANT
A TAILOR
VINCENTIO, Lucentioâs father
A WIDOW
SCENE ONE
On stage: a three-tiered wedding cake, removed as the action begins; three large mirror-fronted wardrobes, through which entrances and exits can be made; above, a chandelier. | |
A wedding is in preparation. The guests (including the audience) gather. The Order of Service, issued to the audience as they enter the theatre, names the groom Christopher Sly, the bride Katherine Minola. But there is no bridegroom. The others wait impatiently. When SLY eventually arrives, he is very drunk. |
Music: âThou all my blissâ. | |
BEST MAN | Heaven cease this idle humour you indulge. |
(Later to play HORTENSIO.) | |
O that a mighty man of such descent Should be infusèd with so foul a spirit. Are you not Christopher Sly, Old Slyâs son of Burton Heath? | |
SLY | Ay, by birth a pedlar And now by present profession a tinker. |
BEST MAN | Let the world slide. |
SLY | Well you are come to me in happy time. |
The BEST MAN gives SLY the wedding ring. | |
Sessa! | |
Music: âHere comes the brideâ. FATHER leads on the BRIDE. SLY collapses, drunk. Exit the BRIDE in tears. | |
BRIDEâS FATHER You whoreson drunken slave! (He kicks SLY.) (Later to play BAPTISTA.) | |
VICAR | What, is he dead? |
FATHER | Or drunk? |
VICAR | See doth he breathe? |
1 GUEST | He scarcely breathes. Were he not warmed with ale This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. |
FATHER | O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies. Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image. He had best be gone and empty his drunken paunch For in my house he shall not rest tonight. Away! |
2 GUEST | Sir, let us practise on this drunken man. What think you: if he were conveyed to bed, Wrapped 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? |
1 GUEST | Believe me sir, I think he cannot choose. |
FATHER | It will seem strange unto him when he wakes. |
2 GUEST | Even as a flattâring dream or worthless fancy. |
3 GUEST | Procure me music ready when he wakes To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound, |
1 GUEST | And if he chance to speak be ready straight And with a low submissive reverence Say âWhat is it your honour will command?â |
4 GUEST | Let one attend him with a silver basin. |
PAGE | Full of rose-water and bestrewed with flowers; |
5 GUEST | Another bear the ewer, |
6 GUEST | The third a diaper. |
7 GUEST | And say âWillât please your lordship cool your hands?â |
2 GUEST | Persuade him that he hath been lunatic, And when he says heâs Sly, say that he dreams, It will be pastime passing excellent. |
FATHER | Carry him gently to my dressing chamber And hang it round with all my wanton pictures. Balm his foul head in warm distillèd waters, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet. (To the PAGE.) Sirrah, dress you in all suits like a lady, And call him âhusbandâ. I know you will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman. See this dispatched with all the haste you can. Exit PAGE. Take him up gently, and to bed with him; And see you manage well the jest. Exeunt. |
SCENE TWO
The wedding guests play the âservantsâ. | ||
They dress SLY in a nightshirt. | ||
SLY | For Godâs sake a pot of small ale! | |
1 GUEST | Willât please your lordship drink a glass of wine? | |
2 GUEST | Willât please your honour taste of these conserves? | |
3 GUEST | What raiment will your honour wear today? | |
SLY | I am Christopher Sly. Call not me âhonourâ nor âlordshipâ. I neâer drank wine in my life, and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Neâer ask me what raiment Iâll wear, for I have no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet â nay, sometime more feet than shoes. | |
3 GUEST | Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. | |
SLY | A pair of stocks, you rogue. | |
3 GUEST | O this is it that makes your servants droop. Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. | |
2 GUEST | O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth. Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. | |
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