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◈ The Taming of the Shrew (말괄량이 길들이기) ◈

해설목차  서문  1권  2권  3권  4권  5권  1593
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 1. Characters
 2. Prologue
 3. Prologue, continued

1. Characters

0   Baptista Minolaa gentleman of Padua
1   Bianca
2   Biondello
3   Christopher Slya tinker
4   Curtis
5   First Huntsman
6   First Servant
7   Gremio
8   GrumioPetruchio's man
9   Haberdasher
10   Hortensio
11   Hostess
12   Josepha servingman
13   Katherinathe shrew
14   Lord
15   Lucentioson to Vincentio, in love with Bianca
16   Messenger
17   Nathaniela servingman
18   Nicholasa servingman
19   Page
20   Pedant
21   Petera servingman
22   Petruchioa gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katherina
23   Philipa servingman
24   Player
25   Players
26   Second Huntsman
27   Second Servant
28   Servant
29   Servants
30   Tailor
31   Third Servant
32   Tranio
33   Vincentioa merchant of Pisa
34   Widow

2. Prologue

0 Enter HOSTESS and SLY
1 Christopher Sly.
2       I'll pheeze you, in faith.
3 Hostess.
4       A pair of stocks, you rogue!
5 Christopher Sly.
6       Y'are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues. Look in the
7       chronicles: we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas
8       pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!
9 Hostess.
10       You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?
11 Christopher Sly.
12       No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy, go to thy cold bed
13       and warm thee.
14 Hostess.
15       I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough.
16 Exit
17 Christopher Sly.
18       Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law.
19       I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.
20       [Falls asleep]
21       Wind horns. Enter a LORD from hunting, with his train
22 Lord.
23       Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds;
24       Brach Merriman, the poor cur, is emboss'd;
25       And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
26       Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
27       At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
28       I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
29 First Huntsman.
30       Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
31       He cried upon it at the merest loss,
32       And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent;
33       Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
34 Lord.
35       Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
36       I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
37       But sup them well, and look unto them all;
38       To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
39 First Huntsman.
40       I will, my lord.
41 Lord.
42       What's here? One dead, or drunk?
43       See, doth he breathe?
44 Second Huntsman.
45       He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
46       This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
47 Lord.
48       O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies!
49       Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
50       Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
51       What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
52       Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
53       A most delicious banquet by his bed,
54       And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
55       Would not the beggar then forget himself?
56 First Huntsman.
57       Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
58 Second Huntsman.
59       It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd.
60 Lord.
61       Even as a flatt'ring dream or worthless fancy.
62       Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
63       Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
64       And hang it round with all my wanton pictures;
65       Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters,
66       And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet;
67       Procure me music ready when he wakes,
68       To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
69       And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
70       And with a low submissive reverence
71       Say 'What is it your honour will command?'
72       Let one attend him with a silver basin
73       Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers;
74       Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
75       And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?'
76       Some one be ready with a costly suit,
77       And ask him what apparel he will wear;
78       Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
79       And that his lady mourns at his disease;
80       Persuade him that he hath been lunatic,
81       And, when he says he is, say that he dreams,
82       For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
83       This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
84       It will be pastime passing excellent,
85       If it be husbanded with modesty.
86 First Huntsman.
87       My lord, I warrant you we will play our part
88       As he shall think by our true diligence
89       He is no less than what we say he is.
90 Lord.
91       Take him up gently, and to bed with him;
92       And each one to his office when he wakes.
93       [SLY is carried out. A trumpet sounds]
94       Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds-
95       [Exit SERVANT]
96       Belike some noble gentleman that means,
97       Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
98       [Re-enter a SERVINGMAN]
99       How now! who is it?
100 Servant.
101       An't please your honour, players
102       That offer service to your lordship.
103 Lord.
104       Bid them come near.
105       Now, fellows, you are welcome.
106 Players.
107       We thank your honour.
108 Lord.
109       Do you intend to stay with me to-night?
110 Player.
111       So please your lordship to accept our duty.
112 Lord.
113       With all my heart. This fellow I remember
114       Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;
115       'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well.
116       I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
117       Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.
118 Player.
119       I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.
120 Lord.
121       'Tis very true; thou didst it excellent.
122       Well, you are come to me in happy time,
123       The rather for I have some sport in hand
124       Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
125       There is a lord will hear you play to-night;
126       But I am doubtful of your modesties,
127       Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,
128       For yet his honour never heard a play,
129       You break into some merry passion
130       And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
131       If you should smile, he grows impatient.
132 Player.
133       Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,
134       Were he the veriest antic in the world.
135 Lord.
136       Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
137       And give them friendly welcome every one;
138       Let them want nothing that my house affords.
139       [Exit one with the PLAYERS]
140       Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,
141       And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady;
142       That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
143       And call him 'madam,' do him obeisance.
144       Tell him from me- as he will win my love-
145       He bear himself with honourable action,
146       Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
147       Unto their lords, by them accomplished;
148       Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
149       With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
150       And say 'What is't your honour will command,
151       Wherein your lady and your humble wife
152       May show her duty and make known her love?'
153       And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
154       And with declining head into his bosom,
155       Bid him shed tears, as being overjoyed
156       To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
157       Who for this seven years hath esteemed him
158       No better than a poor and loathsome beggar.
159       And if the boy have not a woman's gift
160       To rain a shower of commanded tears,
161       An onion will do well for such a shift,
162       Which, in a napkin being close convey'd,
163       Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
164       See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst;
165       Anon I'll give thee more instructions. Exit a SERVINGMAN
166       I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
167       Voice, gait, and action, of a gentlewoman;
168       I long to hear him call the drunkard 'husband';
169       And how my men will stay themselves from laughter
170       When they do homage to this simple peasant.
171       I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence
172       May well abate the over-merry spleen,
173       Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Exeunt

3. Prologue, continued

0 Enter aloft SLY, with ATTENDANTS; some with apparel, basin and ewer, and other appurtenances; and LORD
1 Christopher Sly.
2       For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
3 First Servant.
4       Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?
5 Second Servant.
6       Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?
7 Third Servant.
8       What raiment will your honour wear to-day?
9 Christopher Sly.
10       I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor 'lordship.' I
11       ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves,
12       give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear,
13       for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than
14       legs, nor no more shoes than feet- nay, sometime more feet than
15       shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
16 Lord.
17       Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour!
18       O, that a mighty man of such descent,
19       Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
20       Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
21 Christopher Sly.
22       What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old
23       Sly's son of Burton Heath; by birth a pedlar, by education a
24       cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present
25       profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of
26       Wincot, if she know me not; if she say I am not fourteen pence on
27       the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lying'st knave in
28       [with TRANIO:]Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
29       Here's-
30 Third Servant.
31       O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!
32 Second Servant.
33       O, this is it that makes your servants droop!
34 Lord.
35       Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house,
36       As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
37       O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth!
38       Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
39       And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
40       Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
41       Each in his office ready at thy beck.
42       [with TRANIO:]Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
43       And twenty caged nightingales do sing.
44       Or wilt thou sleep? We'll have thee to a couch
45       Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
46       On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
47       Say thou wilt walk: we will bestrew the ground.
48       Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapp'd,
49       Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
50       Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar
51       Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt?
52       Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them
53       And fetch shall echoes from the hollow earth.
54 First Servant.
55       Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift
56       As breathed stags; ay, fleeter than the roe.
57 Second Servant.
58       Dost thou love pictures? We will fetch thee
59       straight
60       Adonis painted by a running brook,
61       And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
62       Which seem to move and wanton with her breath
63       Even as the waving sedges play wi' th' wind.
64 Lord.
65       We'll show thee Io as she was a maid
66       And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
67       As lively painted as the deed was done.
68 Third Servant.
69       Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood,
70       Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she bleeds
71       And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
72       So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
73 Lord.
74       Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.
75       Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
76       Than any woman in this waning age.
77 First Servant.
78       And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee
79       Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face,
80       She was the fairest creature in the world;
81       And yet she is inferior to none.
82 Christopher Sly.
83       Am I a lord and have I such a lady?
84       Or do I dream? Or have I dream'd till now?
85       I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;
86       I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things.
87       Upon my life, I am a lord indeed,
88       And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.
89       Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
90       And once again, a pot o' th' smallest ale.
91 Second Servant.
92       Will't please your Mightiness to wash your hands?
93       O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!
94       O, that once more you knew but what you are!
95       These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
96       Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
97 Christopher Sly.
98       These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap.
99       But did I never speak of all that time?
100 First Servant.
101       O, yes, my lord, but very idle words;
102       For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
103       Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;
104       And rail upon the hostess of the house,
105       And say you would present her at the leet,
106       Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts.
107       Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
108 Christopher Sly.
109       Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
110 Third Servant.
111       Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,
112       Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
113       As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
114       And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell;
115       And twenty more such names and men as these,
116       Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
117 Christopher Sly.
118       Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
119 All.
120       Amen.
121 Enter the PAGE as a lady, with ATTENDANTS
122 Christopher Sly.
123       I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
124 Page.
125       How fares my noble lord?
126 Christopher Sly.
127       Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
128       Where is my wife?
129 Page.
130       Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her?
131 Christopher Sly.
132       Are you my wife, and will not call me husband?
133       My men should call me 'lord'; I am your goodman.
134 Page.
135       My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
136       I am your wife in all obedience.
137 Christopher Sly.
138       I know it well. What must I call her?
139 Lord.
140       Madam.
141 Christopher Sly.
142       Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
143 Lord.
144       Madam, and nothing else; so lords call ladies.
145 Christopher Sly.
146       Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
147       And slept above some fifteen year or more.
148 Page.
149       Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
150       Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
151 Christopher Sly.
152       'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
153       [Exeunt SERVANTS]
154       Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
155 Page.
156       Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
157       To pardon me yet for a night or two;
158       Or, if not so, until the sun be set.
159       For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
160       In peril to incur your former malady,
161       That I should yet absent me from your bed.
162       I hope this reason stands for my excuse.
163 Christopher Sly.
164       Ay, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be
165       loath to fall into my dreams again. I will therefore tarry in
166       despite of the flesh and the blood.
167 Enter a MESSENGER
168 Messenger.
169       Your honour's players, hearing your amendment,
170       Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
171       For so your doctors hold it very meet,
172       Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,
173       And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
174       Therefore they thought it good you hear a play
175       And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
176       Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
177 Christopher Sly.
178       Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a comonty a
179       Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick?
180 Page.
181       No, my good lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
182 Christopher Sly.
183       What, household stuff?
184 Page.
185       It is a kind of history.
186 Christopher Sly.
187       Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let
188       the world slip;-we shall ne'er be younger.
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