《驯悍记》英文版.doc

《驯悍记》的英文版 Enter Hostess and SLY SLY Ill pheeze you, in faith. Hostess A pair of stocks, you rogue! SLY Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa! Hostess You will not pay for the glasses you have burst? SLY No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Hostess I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third--borough. Exit SLY Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, Ill answer him by law: Ill not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. Falls asleep Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train Lord Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is embossd; And couple Clowder with the deep--mouthd brach. Sawst thou not, boy, how Silver made it good At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. First Huntsman Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss And twice to-day pickd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Lord Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well and look unto them all: To-morrow I intend to hunt again. First Huntsman I will, my lord. Lord Whats here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe? Second Huntsman He breathes, my lord. Were he not warmd with ale, This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. Lord O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were conveyd to bed, Wrappd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself? First Huntsman Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Second Huntsman It would seem strange unto him when he wake