Taming of the Shrew

[Enter aloft the drunkard (Sly) with attendants (some with apparel, basin and pitcher, and other luxurious accessories) and Lord]

Sly

For God’s sake, get me a mug of weak beer!

First Servingman

Would your lordship not like a glass of foreign wine?

Second Servingman

Would your honor like to taste these candied fruits?

Third Servingman

What outfit does your honor want to wear today?

[Enter Christopher Sly (a beggar) and the Hostess]

Sly

I’ll drive you off, I swear.

Hostess

You’ll be locked up, scoundrel!

Sly

You tramp, the Slys are no scoundrels. Look us up in the history books. My family came to England with Richard Conquerer. So enough talk, let it go. Shut up!

Hostess

You won’t pay for the glasses you broke?

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