Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my

servant?

Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!*-O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic ?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.

Bup. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail:-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he

shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you A hat with a conical crown.

be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Lucentio. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.

Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:-O monstrous villain!

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and
BIANCA.

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

[Kneeling.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
Vin. Lives my sweetest son?
[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out.
Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How hast thou offended ?-
Where is Lucentio?

Luc. Here's Lucentio,

[Kneeling.

Right son unto the right Vincentio;
[mine,
That have by marriage made thy daughter
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.t

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this_my Cambio? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's

love

While he did bear my countenance in the town;
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
And happily I have arriv'd at last
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

have sent me to the jail.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would

Bup. But do you hear, Sir? [TO LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany.

very.

[Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit.

PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end

of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What art thou ashamed of me?
Kath. No, Sir; God forbid:-but ashamed

to kiss.

Pet. Why, then let's home again:-Come, sirrah, let's away.

Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray

thee, love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate;

* Cheated.

+ Deceived thy eyes.

Tricking, underhand contrivances.

A proverbial expression, repeated after a disappoint

Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.--A Room in LUCENTIO's House.

A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the PEDANT, Lucentio, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and WIDOW. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes

agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome
thine:-

Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,-
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, -
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit
down;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They sit at table.

Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have Have at you for a bitter jest or two. [begun, Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow :You are welcome all. [Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior, Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift* simile, but something currish.

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you

here?

Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for

Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.

Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What?

Hor. She will not come.

end.

happy.

Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager betteret;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA, and
WIDOW.

See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
it down.

[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass ! Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me a hundred crowns since suppertime.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.

Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall; and first begin with her.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for
thee,

safe;

And for thy maintenance: commits nis body:
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, when she's forward, peevish, sullen,
And, not obedient to his honest will, [sour,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for

peace;

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions* and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-

ACT I.

bassies; that they have seemed to be together,

TES' Palace.

Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS.

Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,

Cam. 'Beseech you,

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare-I know not what to say. -We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse

us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving em

Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies.

and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die?

Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse

why they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room of state in

the Palace.

Enter LEOntes, Polixenes, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been [throne The shepherd's note, since we have left our Without a burden: time as long again Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our And yet we should, for perpetuity, [thanks Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That go before it.

* Wide waste of country.

+ Affords a cordial to the State.

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[you

Her. Not your jailer then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you You were pretty lordings* then. [were boys; Pol. We were, fair queen,

Two lads, that thought there was no more beBut such a day to-morrow as to-day, [hind, And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the

two?

and in that

I'll no gain-saying.

Pol. Press me not, beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none

i'the world,

[now, So soon as yours, could win me: so it should Were there necessity in your request, although 'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder, Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay, To you a charge, and trouble: to save both, Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, Sir, to have held my peace, until

You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, Sir,

Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure, All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction

The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, He's beat from his best ward.

Leon. Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were

strong:

But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.

Yet of your royal presence [To POLIXENES.] I'll adventure

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commis

sion,

To let him there a month, behind the gestt Prefix'd for his parting: yet, good deed, Leontes,

I love thee not a jars o'the clock behind
What lady she her lord.--You'll stay?

Pol. No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will?

Pol. I may not, verily.

Her. Verily!

You put me off with limber|| vows: But I,

Though you would seek to unsphere the stars

with oaths,

Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is

As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks.

How say you?

[verily,

My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread One of them you shall be.

Pol. Your guest then, madam: To be your prisoner, should import offending; Which is for me less easy to commit, Than you to punish.

Leon. Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when [make us I pr'ythee, tell me: Cram us with praise, and As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages: You inay ride us, With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere With spur we heat an acre. But to the jail:My last good was, to entreat his stay; What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Or I mistake you: O, would her name were

Leon. Too hot, too hot: To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me:-my heart dances; But not for joy, -not joy. - This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty