Nor a musician, as I seem to be;

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion* :
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Of your entire affection to Bianca; [ness, And since mine eyes are witness of her lightI will with you,-if you be so contented,― Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-
Signior Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow-
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned
oath,-
[treat:
Ne'er to marry with her though she would en-
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court
him.
[forsworn!
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow, [me,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long loved
As I have loved this proud disdainful haggard:
And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and BIANCA advance.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! [grace Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both
Tra. Mistress, we have. [forsworn me?
Luc.
Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian.

He says so, Tranio. Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the tamingschool. [such a place? Bian. The taming-school! what, is there Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the

master;

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running. Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied [long An ancient angelt coming down the hill, Will serve the turn.

Tra.

What is he, Biondello? Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedantt, I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father. Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ; And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God save you, sir!

Tra. And you, sir! you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest? Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: 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 proclaim'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.

[tio?

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincen Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of A merchant of incomparable wealth. [him; 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 all one. [Aside.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you 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.

[good.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter 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. [appears: Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite What, did he marry me to famish me?

A merchant, or a schoolmaster.

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 starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling
fed:
[wants,
And that which spites me more than all these
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.
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?
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me
have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too choleric 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 choleric. 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. [the mustard, Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have Or else you get no beef of Grumic. [wilt. Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou Gru.Why,then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Leats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say. Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, Hor. Mistress, what cheer? [all amort* ? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.

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. [not; What, not a word? Nay, then, thou lovest it 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. [blame! Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest [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,

* Dispirited; a gallicism. term for raised crust.

things;

With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and [bravery t, With scarfs, and fans, and double change of With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. [leisure, What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy To deck thy body with his rufing treasure. Enter Tailor. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Enter Haberdasher.

sir?

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you,
[speak.
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did be-
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish;-fie, 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
And not till then.
[one too,
Hor. That will not be in haste. [Aside.
Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave
to speak;

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured me say my mind;
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break :
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
custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: [cap;
I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the
And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay:-Come, tailor,

A

let us see't.

[cap;

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carved like an apple-tart? Here's snip,and nip,and cut,and slish, and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop:- [this? Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou 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 remem I did not bid you mar it to the time. [ber'd, 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 commendable:

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

pet of thee.

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. [thon thread, Pei. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, Thou thimble,

Rustling.

Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met :Sir, [To the Pedant.]

This is the gentleman I told you of;

I pray yon, 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, [like
To have him matched; and,-if you please to
No worse than I, sir,-upou 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 Right true it is, your son Lucentio here [well. 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 affiedi; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bay. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you
know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning 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. Bup. 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 arriv'd in Padua, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! [gone.

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa. Вар. 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?

• Scrupulous.

Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this?

Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm: to the church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say,

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

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, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix.

[Exit.

Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: [doubt ? She will be pleased, then wherefore should I Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her.

[Exit.

§ Accidentally.

Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed But sun it is not, when you say it is not; [snn: And the moon changes, even as your mind. What you will have it named, 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?
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;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou
art sot mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, 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

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

Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress,That with your strange encounter much amazed me; [Pisa; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwellingAnd 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 grieved; 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. [sure, Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleaLike pleasant travellers, to break a jest Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Pct. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and

VINCENTIO.

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.

Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit.

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

Enter Pedant above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat 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?

Ped. 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 frivolous circumstances, I 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?

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

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe

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