The Taming of the Shrew, William Shakespeare [drm ebook reader txt] 📗

forgot your name; but, sure, that partWas aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.

PLAYER.I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.

LORD.'Tis very true; thou didst it excellent.Well, you are come to me in happy time,The rather for I have some sport in handWherein your cunning can assist me much.There is a lord will hear you play to-night;But I am doubtful of your modesties,Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,--For yet his honour never heard a play,--You break into some merry passionAnd so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,If you should smile, he grows impatient.

PLAYER.Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,Were he the veriest antick in the world.

LORD.Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,And give them friendly welcome every one:Let them want nothing that my house affords.

[Exit one with the PLAYERS.]

Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page,And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady;That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,And call him 'madam,' do him obeisa