The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare

But then up further; and as far as Rome;
And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Ped.

Of Mantua.
Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid!
And come to Padua, careless of your life?
Ped. My life,sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
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
For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him)
Hath publish'd and proclaini'd it openly:
"Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas. sir, it is worse for me than so;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you;
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ?
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him;
A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and Aside.

all one.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity,
This favour will I do yon for his sake;
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio.

His name and credit shall you undertake,
And in my house you shall be friendly lodged;
Look, that you take upon you as you should;"
You understand me, sir ;-so shall you stay
Till you have done your business in the city:
If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever
The patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good.
This, by the way, I let you understand;-
My father is here look'd for every day,
To pass assurance of a dower in marriage
"Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here:
In all these circumstances I'll instruct you:
Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. A room in Petruchio's House.
Enter Katharina and Grumio.

Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my life.
Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite
appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:
And that which spites me more than all these
wants,

Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
Sets the dish on a table.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not;
And all my pains is sorted to no 'proof:
Here, take away this dish.
Kath.
'Pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks;
And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Kath. I thank you, sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame!
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st
[Aside.

me.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat apace :-And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house;
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and
things;

With scarfs, and fans, and double change of
bravery,

With amber bracelets,beads, and all this knavery.
What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy lei

sure,

To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.
Enter Tailor.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sir?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish;-fic, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one
too,
And not till then.
Hor.

That will not be in haste.
[Aside.
Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to
speak;

He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say,-if I should sleep, or cat,
"Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.-And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;

I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast;

I care not what, so it be, wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?

Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;

Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it. Or else my heart, concealing it, will break:

Gru. I fear, is too cholerick a meat:-
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard?
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard

rest.

Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,

And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap
A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.
Kath. Love mie, or love me not, I like the capi
And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay:-Come, tailor, let
us see't.

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon

Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor gown.

[Aside.
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall hop without my custom, sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commend-
able;

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of

thee.

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,

Thou thimble,

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is
made

Just as my master had direction:

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, 1 gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made?
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.

Gru. Face not me; thou hast braved many men; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces; ergo, thou liest.

fai. Why here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say

said so.

Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown: Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: 1 said, a gown. Pet. Proceed.

Tai. With a small compassed cape:
Gru. I confess the cape.

Tai. With a trunk sleeve;
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i' the bill, sir; error i' the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tui. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in lace where, thou should'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.

Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are 'the right,sir; 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use!

Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: • 20*

Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie!

Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.[Aside. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor

row,

Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away, I say; commend me to thy master.

[Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me:
And therefore, frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.-
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let 't alone:
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

sun.

It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Padua. Before Baptista's House.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like

Vincentio.

Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that
I call?

Signior Baptista may remember me,
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived,
We were lodgers at the Pegasus.
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where
"Tis well:

Tra.

And hold your own, in any case, with such
Austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy;

"Twere good, he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista 7 Bion. I told him, that your father was at Ve

nice;

And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance, drink.

sir.

Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met :-
Sir, [to the Pedant.]

This is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you, stand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, son !-

Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:

And, for the good report I hear of you;
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him,-to stay him not too long
I am content, in a good father's care,
To have hun match'd; and,-if you please to like
No worse than I, sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say :-
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me
well.

Right true it is, your son Lucentio here

Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections:
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you
know best,

We be affied; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand 7
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you
know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, Old Gremio is hearkening still;
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

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:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well-Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight:
And, if you will, tell what hath happened:-
Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart!
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.
Signior Baptista, shail I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
Bap.
I follow you.
[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista.
Bion. Cambio.-
Luc.
What say'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh
upon you?

Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him?

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

Luc. And then ?

Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's
myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house:
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but
cross'd !

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come

so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon..
Kath.
I know, it is the moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then, God be blessed, it is the blessed

sun

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
And so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward thus the bowl should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.-
But soft; what company is coming here?
Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress.
Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away ?-
[To Vincentio.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman 7
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a
woman of him.

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,

Whither away: or where is thy abode ?
Happy the parents of so fair a child:

Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is Happier the man, whom favourable stars at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this?

Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad;

Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assur-This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; ance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. solum to the church;-take the priest, clerk, Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, and some sufficient honest witnesses: That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known

If this be not that you look for, I have no more

to say,

But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going.

Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, Vin. Fair sir,-and you, my merry mistress, sir and so adieu, sir. My master hath ap- That with your strange encounter much amaz'd pointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid thel me;

My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling- Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a Pisa;

And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin.

Lucentio, gentle sir. Pet. Happily met: the happier for thy son. And now by law, as well as reverend age, I may entitle thee-my loving father; The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman, Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not, Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem, Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Beside, so qualified as may beseem The spouse of any noble gentleman. Let me embrace with old Vincentio : And wander we to see thy honest son, Who will of thy arrival be full joyous Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Upon the company you overtake? Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Pet. Kath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart, Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Padua. Before Lucentio's House. Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back; and then come back to my master as

soon as I can. Exeunt Luc. Bian. and Bion. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,

My father's bears more toward the market-place;
Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before
you go;

I think, I shall command your welcome here,
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

[Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

Enter Pedant above at a window.

means to cozen somebody in this city under my

Vin. Is't so, indeed 7

[Beats Biondello. murder me." Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit. (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 7 O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!-0, I am undone! I am undone ! iwliile 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 lunatick 7 by your habit, but your words show you a madTra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman man: 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 7 O, villain! he is a sail maker in Bergamo.

Bap. 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, thon villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an

Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat Officer. I carry this mad knave to the gaol:down the gate?

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Pod. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivoJous circumstances,-1 pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may

believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincentio.] why this is flat knavery, to take upon

you another man's name.

Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

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 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. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have
sent me to the gaol.

Bap. 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. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Erit.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will [Exeunt Luc. and Bian.

not frown.

Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the

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 7-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's House. A Banquet set out.

Enter Baptisto, 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 selfsame 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 Petru-
chio.

Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? a hasty witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?

Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I']} sleep again.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter Jest or two.
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 Tranic,

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 grey.

hound,

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