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The rest were ragged, old, and ne: garly;
And rails, and swears, and rates ; that she, poor Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
soul, Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.- Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak;
[Exeunt some of the Servants. And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Where is the life that late 1 led
(Sings. Away, away! for he is coming hiiher. [Exeunt. Where are those-- Sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Re-enter PETRUCHIO. Soud, soud, soud, soud !
Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, Re-enter Servants with supper.
And 'tis my bope to end successfully. Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty : :
And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, of with my boots, you rogues, you villains; For then she never looks upon her lure. When ?
Another way I have to man my baggard,
To make ber come, and know her keeper's call, It was the friar of orders grey, (Sings That is, to watch her as we watch these kites, As he forth walked on his way:
Tbat bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. Out, out, you rogue ! you pluck my foot awry : She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.- Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not.
[Strikes him. As with the meat, some undeserved fault Be merry, Kate :-Some water bere ; what, ho ! I'll find about the making of the bed ; W'bere's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you And here I'll fing the pillow, there the bolster, hence,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets :-. And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither : Ay, and amid this burly, I intend,
(Exit Servant. That all is done in reverend care of her; One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night: with
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl, Where are my slippers ?-Sball I have some And with the clamour keep her still awake.
water? [A bason is presented to him. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong hu[Serrant lets the ewer fall.
mour:You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
[Strikes him. Now let him speak ; 'tis charity to shew. (Exit Kath. Pat'ence, I pray you; 'twas a fault uuwilling.
SCENE' II.- Padua. Before Baptista's House. Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave ! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a sto
Enter Tranio ånd HORTENSIO. mach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?- Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca What is this? mutton ?
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? 1 Seru. Ay.
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. Pet.
Who brought it?
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, 1 Serv.
1. Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat:
[They stand aside. What dogs are these ?--Where is the rascal cook?
Enter Branca and LUCENTIO
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all :
read ? [Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve me Pou heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves
that. What, do you grumble ? I'll be with you straight. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love.
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet ; Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your The meat was well, if you were so contented.
art ! Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of away;
[They retire. And I expres-ly am forbid to touch it,
Hor, Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I For it engenders choler, planteth anger ;
pray, And better 'twere that both of us should fast,- You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick,- Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant Be patient; tomorrow it shall be mended,
(Exeunt PetrucH10, KATHARINA, and Nor a musician, as I seem to be ;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
And makes a god of such a cullion : eter. He kills her in her own humour.
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio
'Tra. Signior Hortensio, I bave often beard
of your entire affection for Bianca ; Gru. Where is he?
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightnesa, Curt. In her chamber,
I will with you,--if you be so contented, Making a sermon of continency to nor:
Forswear Bianca, and her love for ever.
sworn me ?
Hor. Sea, how they kiss and court! -Signior! Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua; know you not the cause ?
Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke Never to woo her more; but do forswear her, (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and hiin,) As one unworthy all the former favours
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.
'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come, Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Ped. Alas! sir, it is worse for me than so; Fye on her ! see, how beastly she doth court him. For I have bills for money by exchange Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite From Florence, and must here deliver them. forsworn!
Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa ?
Tra. Among them, know you one Vicentio ?
Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, (Erit. HORTENS10.-LUCENTIO and BIANCA In countenance somewhat doth resemble you . advance
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
| Aside, As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case !
Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; This favour will I do you for his sake : And have forsworn you with Hortensio.
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, Bian Tranio, you jest ; But have you both for. That you are like to sir Vicentio.
His name and credit shall you undertake, Tra. Mistress, we have.
And in my house you shall be friendly lodg’d;Luc.
Then we are rid of Licio. Look, that you take upon you as you should ; Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, You understand me, sir;-so shall you stay That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Till you have done your business in the city: Bian. God give him joy!
If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it. Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever Dian.
He says so, Tranio. The patron of my life and liberty.
My father is here look'd for every day,
Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you.
Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.
What is he, Biondello ? Gru. No, no; forsooth, I dare not, for my lif:. Bion. Master, a merchantè, or a pendant,
Kath. The more my wrong, the more my spite I know not what; but formal in apparel,
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :
But I, -who never knew how to entreat, --As if he were the right Vicentio.
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep; Take in your love, and then let me alone.
With oaths kept walking, and with brawling fed :
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat,
"Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. Ped. God save you, sir!
I proythec go, and get some repast; Tra
And you, sir! you are welcome. I care not what, so it be wholesome food. Travel you far on, or you are at the furthest ?
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot? Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee let me have it. But then up further; and as far as Rome;
Gru. I fear, it is too cholerick’a meat :And so to i'ripoly, if God lend me life.
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broild ? mar. What countryman, I pray ?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, feth it me. Ped.
Of Maatua. Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleri k. Tra. Of Mantua, sir?---marry, God forbid ! What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? Aad come to Padua, careless of your life?
Kath. A dish thai I do love to feed upin. Pud. My life sir! hcw, I pray? for that goes hard. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is tor but a litle.
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard And rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have mustard, Pet. Why, thou says'st true; it is a paltry cap, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie : Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, 'And it I will have, or I will have none.
(Beats him. Pet Thy gown ? why, ay, ;-Come, tailor, let us That feed'st me with the very name of meat:
see't. Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here ? That triumph thus upon my misery!
What's this ? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon : Go, get thee gone, I say.
What ! up and down, carv'd like an apple-cart ?
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat; and Like to a censer in a barber's shop :HORTENSIO.
Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this ?
Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
According to the fashion, and the time. Kath.
'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Marry, and did ; but if you be remember'd, Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home, Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,
For you shall hop without my custom, sir : To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
[Sets the dish on a table. Kath. I never saw a better fashiop'd gown, I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable : What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. And all my pains is sorted to no proof:
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Here, take away this dish.
'Pray you, let it stand. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; puppet of her. And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou Kath. I thank you, sir.
thread, Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame ! Thou thimble, Come mistress Kate, I'll bear your company. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov’st me.- Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :
(Aside. Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remuant;
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! And revel it as oravely as the best,
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; Just as my master had direction: With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, Grumio gave order how it should be done. With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ? To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai But did you not request to have it cut ?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
Tai. I have. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men :
brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. Enter Haberdasher.
I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown,
but I did not bid hiin cut it to pieces : ergo, thou Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sır ?
liest. Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. 1 Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion 10
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; testify. A veivet dish;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy;
Pet. Read it. Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell,
Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown : Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
a bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown.
Tai. With a small compassed cape ;
Gru. I confess the cape. kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; Tai. With a trunk sleeve;And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Gru. I confess two sleeves. Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;
1 Tai. The sleeves curiously cut. And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Gru. Error i' the bill, sir'; error i the bill ! por else my heart, concealing it, will break
commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed
up again : and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy Little finger be arm'd in a thimble.
Enter BIONDELLO. Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.
Ped. I warrant you : But, sir, here comes your Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill,
boy; give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
"Twere good, he were school'd. Hor. God-a-mercy Grumio! then he shall have Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, no odds.
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you;
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mis- Bion, I told him, that your father was at Venice; tress' gown for thy master's use !
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that ?
Tra. Thou’rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think
Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance, sir. Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! O, fye, fye, fye!
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid :
[Aside. Signior Baptista, you are happily met :Go take it hence; begone, and say no more. Sir, [to the Pedant.]
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. This is the gentleman I told you of: Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
pray you, stand good father to me now, Away, I say; commend me to thy master.
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
(Exit Tailor. Ped. Soft, son! Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua father's
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio Even in these honest, mean habiliments;
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause Our purses shall be prond, our garments poor: Of love between your daughter and himself: For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And,-for the good report I hear of you; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, And for the love he beareth to your daughter, So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
And she to him,-to stay him not too long, What, is the jay more precious than the lark, I am content, in a good father's care, Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
To have him match'd ; and, --if you pleas’d to like Or is the adder better than the eel,
No worse than I, sir-upon some agreement, Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
Me shall you find most ready and most willing 0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse With one consent to have her so bestowed; For this poor furniture, and mean array.
For curious I cannot be with you, If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me :
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. And therefore, frolick; we will hence forthwith, Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well Go, call my men, and let us straight to him; Right true it is, your son Lucentio here And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.- Or both dissemble deeply their affections : Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, And, therefore, if you say no more than this, And well we may come there by dinner time. That like a father you will deal with him,
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there. The match is fully made, and all is done: Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let's alone :
best, I will not go to-day, and ere I do,
We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
As shall with either part's agreement stand ? Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know
[Exeunt. Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still;
And, happily, we might be interrupted. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well : Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vin- Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch a scrivener presently.
The worst is this,--that, at so slender warning, Tra. Sir, this is the house ; Please it you, that I You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. call ?
Bap. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you hoare, Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceived. And bid Bianca make her ready straight; Signior Baptista may remember me,
And, if you will, tell what hath happened :Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where
Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua, We were lodgers at the Pegasus.
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Tra. . 'Tis well;
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! And hold your own, in any case, with such
T'ra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Avsterity as 'longeth to a father
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer; What you will have it nam’d, even that it is;
And so it shall be so, for Katharine.
I follow you.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. (Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baprista. Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the bowl should Bion. Cambio.
What say'st thou, Biondello ? And not unluckily against the bias.Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon But soft; what company is coming here ? Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his Good morrow, gentle mistress : Where away?signs and tokens.
[T. VINCENTIO Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Such war of white and red within her cheeks ! Luc. And what of him ?
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? — supper
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :Luc. And then ?
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Bion. The old priest at St Luke's church is at Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman your command at all hours.
of him. Luc. And what of all this?
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about
sweet, a counterfeit assurance : Take you assurance of her, Whither away; or where is thy abode ? cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum : to the church; Happy the parents of so fair a child; take the priest, clerk, and soine sufficient honest Happier the man, whom favourable stars witnesses :
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! If this be not that you look for, I have no more to Pet, Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not say,
mad: But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd
[Going And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ?
Kath, Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in That have been so bedazzled with the sun. an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to That every thing I look on seemeth green: stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, Now I perceive thou art a reverend father; sir. My master hath appointed me to go to St. Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against I et. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make you come with your appendix.
known Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: Which way thou travellest: if along with us, She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? We shall be joyful of thy company. Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her ; Vin Fair sir,--and you my merry mistress, It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. (Exit That with your strange encounter much amaz’d
My name is call's - Vincentio : my dwelling-
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Lucentio, gentles. Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward Pet. Happily met! the happier for thy son. our father's.
And now by law, as well as reverend age, Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! I may entitle thee-my loving father ; Kath. The moon the sun; it is not moonlight The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not, Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem, Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, Besides, so qualified as may beseem It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
The spouse of any noble gentleman. Or ere I journey to your father's house :
Let me embrace with old Vincentio : Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
And wander we to see thy honest son, Evermore cross'd, and cross’d: nothing but cross'd! Who will of thy arrival be full joyous. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Vin. But is this true ? or is it else your pleasure, Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : Upon the company you overtake ? And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; Pet. I say, it is the moon.
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. Kath. I know it is.
(Exeunt PCTRUCHIO, Katharina, and Pet. Nay, then, you lie; it is the blessed sun.
VINCENTIO. Kath. Then, God be blessed, it is the blessed sun; Hor. Well, Perruchio, this hath put me in heart But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
Have to my widow; and if she be forward, And the moon changes, even as your mind | Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be ur lovard.