Enter PETRUCHIO.

Pet. Holloa!-How fares my Kate?

What, sweeting, all amort? Mistress, what cheer? Kat. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me; For now, my honey-love, we are refresh'd,Kat. Refresh'd! With what?

Pet. We will 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 fardingales, and things:-
Look up, my love :-the tailor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.-
Tailor, come in.-

Enter Tailor.

Where are these ornaments ?

Tai. Here is the cap, your worship did bespeak,

Pet. The what?

'Tai. The cap.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish: Fy, fy, 't is lewd and filthy:
Why, 't is a cockle, or a walnut-shell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.-
Away with it, and let me have a bigger.

Kat. I'll have no bigger: this doth fit the time; And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Pet. [Aside.] When you are gentle, you shall have

one too.

'Tis a mere bauble :-say no more about it.

Kat. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak, And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. Pet. Thou say'st true, Kate; it is a paltry cap: I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

Kat. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap, And I will have it; or I will have none.

Pet. The gown? Why ay:-Come, tailor, let me see 't.

O, mercy, heaven! What masking stuff is here?

What's this? a sleeve? "T is like a demi-cannon.
All up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart!
Here's snip and nip, and cut, and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.

Why, what, i'the devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

Gru. [Aside.] I see, she's like to 've neither cap nor gown.

you

be remember'd,

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time. Pet. Marry, and did: but, if 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: Hence, make your best of it; I'll none of it. Kat. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: 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, most 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 while thou liv'st :-
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd the 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, I gave him the stuff. Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ? Gru. Marry, sir, with a needle and thread.How should it be made?

Tui. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Though thou hast fac'd many things, face not

me: I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: Ergo, thou liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it.

Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

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

Tai. With a small compass 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 sew'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be arm'd in a thimble.

Tai. This is true that I say: an I had thee in a place, thou should'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee, straight: Come on, you parch ment shred!

[They fight.]

Pet. What, chickens sparr in presence of the kite! I'll swoop upon you both: Out, out, ye vermin! [PETRUCHIO beats the Tailor off:-GRUMIO retires a little behind, laughing at him.]

Kat. For heaven's sake, sir, have patience! How you fright me! [Crying.] Pet. Well, come, my Katharine; we will now away, To feast and sport us at thy father's house.Go, call my men, and bring our horses out.

Exit GRUMIO. Kat. O, happy hearing! Let us straight be gone;

I cannot tarry here another day.

Pet. Cannot, my Kate? O, yes; indeed you can.
Kat. Indeed, I cannot.

Pet. O, yes, you could, my Katharine; if I wish'd it.
Kat. I tell you, I'll not stay another moment.

Enter GRUMIO, running.

Gru. The horses, sir, are ready, and,

Pet. Put up :-On second thoughts, 't is now too late;

For, look, how bright and goodly shines the moon. Kat. The moon? the sun :-it is not moon-light

now.

Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Kat. I say, 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 you, and put the horses up again.-
Evermore crost, and crost! nothing but crost!
Gru. [Aside to KAT.] Say as he says; or we shall

never go.

[Exit GRUMIO.

Kat. I see, 't is vain to struggle with my bonds.—
Sir, 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 that shines so bright.
Kat. I know, it is the moon.

Pet. Nay then, you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kat. Just as you please: 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 for your Katharine.

Pet. Get out the horses.-Thus the bowl shall run, And not unluckily, against the biass.

But soft, some company is coming here,

And stops our journey.

Enter BAPTISTA, BIANCA, and HORTENSIO.

Good-morrow, gentle mistress! Where away?
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
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.

Bap. How now ?-Embrace me for my beauty's

sake!

What is all this?

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

Whither away, or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child!
Happier the man whom favourable stars
Allot thee, for his lovely bedfellow !
Bia. What mummery is this?

Pet. Why, how now, Kate? I hope, thou art not mad. This is Baptista, our old reverend father;

And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kat. Pardon, dear father, my mistaken eyes,

That have been so bedazzled with the

Pet. The sun.

Kat. The sun,

That every thing, I look on, seemeth green :
Now I perceive, thou art my reverend father:
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. [Kneels.]
Bap. Rise, rise, my child. What strange vagary's

this?

I came to see thee, with my son and daughter.
How lik'st thou wedlock? Art not alter'd, Kate?

Kat. Indeed I am: almost transform'd to stone.
Pet. Chang'd for the better much; Art not, my
Kate?

Kat. So good a master cannot choose but mend me.
Hor. Here is a wonder, if you talk of wonders.
Bia. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right supremacy :—

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy?
Bia. Was ever woman's spirit broke so soon!
What is the matter, Kate? Hold up thy head;
Nor lose our sex's best prerogative,

To wish and have our will.

Pet. Peace, brawler, peace!Or I will give the meek Hortensio,