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Fall to them, as you find your ftomach ferves you:
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en ;-
In brief, fir, ftudy what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise.
If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore,
We could at once put us in readiness;
And take a lodging, fit to entertain
Such friends as time in Padua fhall beget.
But stay awhile: What company is this?

TRA. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.


BAP. Gentlemen, impórtune me no further,
For how I firmly am refolv'd you know;
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder:

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If either of you both love Katharina,

Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. GRE. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me :There, there Hortenfio, will you any wife?

KATH. I pray you, fir, [To BAP.] is it your will To make a ftale of me amongst these mates? HOR. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

KATH. I'faith, fir, you fhall never need to fear; I wis, it is not half way to her heart: But, if it were, doubt not, her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

HOR. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us! GRE. And me too, good Lord!

by birth a pedler, by education a card-maker, by tranfmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profeffion a tinker? Afk Marian Hacket, the fat alewife of Wincot, if she know me not: if fhe fay I am not fourteen pence on the fcore for fheer ale, fcore me up for the lying'ft knave in Christendom. What, I am not beftraught: Here's

enemy, Juftice Shallow. Very probably too, this fat ale-wife might be a real character. STEEVENS.

Wilnecotte is a village in Warwickshire, with which Shakspeare was well acquainted, near Stratford. The house kept by our genial hoftefs, ftill remains, but is at prefent a mill. The meanest hovel to which Shakspeare has an allufion, interefts curiofity, and acquires an importance: at least, it becomes the object of a poetical antiquarian's inquiries. T. WARTON.

Burton Dorfet is a village in Warwickshire. RITSON.

There is likewife a village in Warwickshire called Burton Haftings. Among Sir A. Cockayn's poems (as Dr. Farmer and Mr. Steevens have obferved) there is an epigram on Sly and his ale, addressed to Mr. Clement Fisher of Wincot.

The text is undoubtedly right.

There is a village in Warwickshire called Barton on the Heath, where Mr. Dover, the founder of the Cotswold games, lived.


2- I am not beftraught:] I once thought that if our poet did not defign to put a corrupted word into the mouth of the Tinker, we ought to read-distraught, i. e. diftra&ted. So, in Romeo and Juliet:

"Ŏ, if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught," &c. For there is no verb extant from which the participle beftraught can be formed. In Albion's England, however, by Warner, 1602, I meet with the word as fpelt by Shakspeare:

"Now teares had drowned further speech, till fhe as one beftrought

"Did crie," &c.

Again, in the old Song, beginning, "When griping grief," &c. No. 53. Paradyfe of dainty Deuifes, edit. 1576:

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Be-ftraughted heads relyef hath founde."

Again, in Lord Surrey's tranflation of the 4th Book of Virgil's Eneid:

"Well near beftraught, upftart his heare for dread."


I SERV. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 2 SERV. O, this it is that makes your fervants droop.

LORD. Hence comes it that your kindred fhun your house,

As beaten hence by your ftrange lunacy.

O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams:
Look, how thy fervants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.

Wilt thou have mufick? hark! Apollo plays,


And twenty caged nightingales do fing:
Or wilt thou fleep? we'll have thee to a couch,
Softer and sweeter than the luftful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

Say, thou wilt walk; we will beftrew the ground:
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses fhall be trapp'd,
Their harness ftudded all with gold and pearl.
Doft thou love hawking? thou haft hawks will

Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds fhall make the welkin anfwer them,
And fetch fhrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 SERV. Say, thou wilt courfe; thy greyhounds are as swift

As breathed ftags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

2 SERV. Doft thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight

Adonis, painted by a running brook;

And Cytherea all in fedges hid;

Beftraught feems to have been fynonymous to diftraught or diftracted. See Minfheu's DICT. 1617:

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Beftract, a Lat. diftractus

mente. Vi. Mad and Bedlam." MALONE.

Which feem to move and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving fedges play with wind.

LORD. We'll fhow thee Io, as fhe was a maid; And how she was beguiled and furpris'd, As lively painted as the deed was done.

3 SERV. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood;

Scratching her legs, that one shall fwear fhe bleeds: And at that fight fhall fad Apollo weep,

So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

LORD. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Thou haft a lady far more beautiful

Than any woman in this waning age.

I SERV. And, till the tears, that fhe hath fhed
for thee,

Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world;

And yet fhe is inferior to none.

SLY. Am I a lord? and have I fuch a lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?
I do not fleep: I fee, I hear, I speak;

I fmell fweet favours, and I feel soft things:-
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;

And not a tinker, nor Chriftophero Sly.-
Well, bring our lady hither to our fight;
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

2 SERV. Will't please your mightiness to wash
your hands?

[Servants prefent an ewer, bafon, and napkin. O, how we joy to fee your wit reftor'd! O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or, when you wak'd, fo wak'd as if you slept.

SLY. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap, But did I never speak of all that time?

HOR. 'Faith, as you fay, there's fmall choice in rotten apples. But, come; fince this bar in law makes us friends, it fhall be fo far forth friendly maintain'd,―till by helping Baptifta's eldeft daughter to a husband, we fet his youngest free for a hufband, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca !— Happy man be his dole!" He that runs fafteft, gets the ring. How fay you, fignior Gremio?

GRE. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the houfe of her. Come on.

[Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. TRA. [Advancing.] I pray, fir, tell me,-Is it poffible

That love fhould of a fudden take fuch hold?

Luc. O, Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it poffible, or likely;
But fee! while idly I ftood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainnefs do confess to thee,-
That art to me as fecret, and as dear,
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,-
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perifh, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modeft girl:
Counsel me Tranio, for I know thou canft;
Affift me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

9 Happy man be his dole!] A proverbial expreffion. It is ufed in Damon and Pithias, 1571. Dole is any thing dealt out or diftributed, though its original meaning was the provifion given away at the doors of great men's houses. STEEVENS.

In Cupid's Revenge, by Beaumont and Fletcher, we meet with a fimilar expreflion, which may ferve to explain that before us: "Then happy man be his fortune!" i. e. May his fortune be that of a happy man! MALONE.


He that runs fafteft, gets the ring.] An allufion to the fport of running at the ring. DouCE.

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