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Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO. Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
Pet. How but well, sir? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine! in your dumps?
Kath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her:
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark, Petruchio: she says she 'll see thee hang'd first.
Tra. Is this your speeding? nay then, good night our part.
Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself:
If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
How much she loves me: O! the kindest Kate.
God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.
Gre., Tra. Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu. I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. Excunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA, severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,
And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
Rap. The gain I seek is, quiet in the match. Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter. Now is the day we long have looked for : I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.
Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can
Gre. Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I. Tra. Greybeard, thy love doth freeze. Gre. But thine doth fry. 380 Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I will compound this strife:
'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower Shall have my Bianca's love.
Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold:
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
Old Signior Gremio has in Padua ;
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less
By your firm promise. Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess your offer is the best; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me: 380 If you should die before him, where 's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil: he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die as well as old? Bap. Well, gentlemen,
I am thus resolv'd. On Sunday next, you know,
And so I take my leave, and thank you both. 390
Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thee
Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool
SCENE I.-Padua. A Room in BAPTISTA's House. Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA. Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward,
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Luc. Preposterous ass, that never read so far
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To strive for that which resteth in my choice.
Luc. That will be never: tune your instrument.
Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Bian. Construe them.
Luc. Hic ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio, hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love; Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing, Priami, is my man Tranio, regia, bearing my
port, celsa senis, that we might beguile the old
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
My lessons make no music in three parts.
And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Call you this gamut? tut! I like it not :
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,
And help to dress your sister's chamber up:
SCENE II.-The Same. Before BAPTISTA'S House.
Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants. Bap. To TRANIO. Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
To give my hand oppos'd against my heart
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Kath. Would Katharine had never seen him though!
Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA and others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep, For such an injury would vex a very saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
Tra. But say, what to thine old news? Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candlecases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points his horse hipped with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred; besides, possessed with the glanders and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back, and shouldershotten; near-legged before, and with a halfchecked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather, which, being restrained to keep him from stum. bling, hath been often burst and now repaired with knots; one girth six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. 64 Bap. Who comes with him?
Bion. O, sir! his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock
First were we sad, fearing you would not come;
Tra. And tell us what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?
Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Go to my chamber: put on clothes of mine.
To me she's married, not unto my clothes.
Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO, and
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPWe will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and
It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn,—
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
I know you think to dine with me to-day,
Pet. It cannot be. Kath.
Pet. I am content. Kath.
Let me entreat you.
Let me entreat you.
Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay, 15 But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Signior Gremio, came you from the church? Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?
Gre. A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest 160 Should ask, if Katharine should be his wife, 'Ay, by gogs-wouns,' quoth he; and swore so loud,
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book;
This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff
That down fell priest and book and book and priest:
'Now take them up,' quoth he, 'if any list.' Tra. What said the wench when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and swore,
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
Grumio, my horse! Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses.
Kath. I will be angry: what hast thou to do! Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. 220 Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com. mand.
Obey the bride, you that attend on her;
I'll buckler thee against a million.
Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me; but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis.
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?
Gru. O ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water. 21
Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but, thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?
Curt. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?
Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire. Do thy duty, and have thy duty, for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.
Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news.
Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed, that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. 85 Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.
Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them court'sy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horsetail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?
Gru. Why, Jack, boy! ho, boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.
Curt. Come, you are so full of cony-catching.
Nich. Fellow Grumio!