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Lord

Heaven cease this idle humor in your honor!    
O, that a mighty man of such descent,    
Of such possessions and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!    

Sly

What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher
Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath, by birth a peddler, by     
education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd,    
and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian     
[Enter Tranio as Lucentio and Hortensio as Litio]

Tranio

Litio, my friend, is it possible that Bianca likes anyone more than me, Lucentio? If she’s just leading me on, she’s doing it very well.

Hortensio

To convince you of what I’ve said before, just watch the way this man teaches her.

[They stand aside. Enter Bianca, and Lucentio as Cambio]

Lucentio

Now, did you learn from what you’ve been reading?

[Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio as Lucentio, Katherina, Bianca, Lucentio as Cambio, and attendants]

Baptista

[To Tranio] Signor Lucentio, it’s the day of Katherina and Petruchio’s wedding. But I haven’t heard from my son-in-law. What will people think? What an embarrassment it’ll be, to have the groom missing when the priest arrives to hold the wedding ceremony! Lucentio, what do you say about our shame?

Katherina

[Enter Petruchio and his man Grumio]

Petruchio

I’m leaving Verona for a little while, to see my friends in Padua. I especially want to visit my best friend Hortensio — and I think this is his house! Here it is, Grumio, knock.

Grumio

Knock, sir? Whom should I “knock”? Has someone offended you?

Petruchio

Idiot! I’m telling you to knock for me, here.

[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?

Brutus

Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause,
and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine
honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may
believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your
senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in
this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say
that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then
that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this
is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die
all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate,
I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him; but as he
was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy
for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his
ambition. Who is here so base that would be a bondman?
If any, speak, for him have I offended. Who is here so rude
that would not be a Roman? If any, speak, for him have
I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his
country? If any, speak, for him have I offended. I pause for
a reply.

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