The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, to which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems. (Life of William Shakspeare, by Mr. N. Rowe.).

Or do I dream? Or have I dream'd till now?
I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak,

I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:-
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;

And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.-
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash
your hands?
[Servant presents an Ewer,
Bason, and Napkin.
O, how we joy to see your wit restored!
O, that once more you knew but what
you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream:
Or, when you waked, so waked as if you slept.
Sly. These fifteen years! By my fay, a goodly nap,
But did I never speak of all that time?

1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; And rail upon the hostess of the house;

And say, you would present her at the leet t, Because she brought stone jugs, and no seal'd quarts:

Sometimes, you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor no such maid;

Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,-
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
All. Amen.

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Enter the PAGE, as a Lady, with Attendants. Page. How fares my noble lord? Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?

Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with her? Syl. Are you my wife, and will not call me-husband;

My men should call me-lord; am your goodman. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;

I am your wife in all obedience.

Sty. I know it well:-What must I call her?
Lord. Madam.

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam.

Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call ladies.

Sly. Madam wife, they say, that I have dream'd,

and slept

Madam undress you, and come now to bed.

Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, To pardon me yet for a night or two;

Or, if not so, until the sun be set:

For your physicians have expressly charged,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed:
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.

Enter a SERVANT.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendAre come to play a pleasant comedy, [ment, For so your doctors hold it very meet; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. Sly. What, houshold stuff?

Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger. (They sit down.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Padua.—A publie Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

Luc. Tranid, since for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good company,
Most trusty servant, well approved in all;
Here let us breathe, and happily institute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies,
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,

Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivoli,

Vincentio, his son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceived,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And, therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue 'specially to be achieved.
Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come; as he that leaves
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
Tra. Mi perdonate +, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself;
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To such the sweets of sweet philosophy.
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline.
Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or to devote to Aristotle's checks 1,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practice rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poesy use, to quicken you;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you:
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en;
In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness;
And take a lodging, fit to entertain
Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay awhile: What company is this?

Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.

Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.

Bap. Gentlemen, impórtune me no further,
For how I firmly am resolved you know;
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder:

If either of you both love Katharina,
Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather: she's too rough for me.
There, there Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. I pray you, Sir, [To Bap.] is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
Hor. Mates, maid! Now mean you that! No mates

for you,

Unless you were of gentler milder mould.

Kath. P'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear; I wist it is not half way to her heart: But, if it were, doubt not, her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! Gre. And to me too, good Lord! [ward; Tra. Hush, master! Here is some good pastime to That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Luc. But in the other's silence I do see Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, master; mum! And gaze your fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best

Put finger in the eye-an she knew why.

Bian. Sister, content yea in my discontent.—
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
My books and instruments, shall be my company;
On them to look, and practise by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio! Thou may'st hear Minerva
speak.
[Aside.
Hor. Signio Baptista, will you be so strange ?
Sorry am I, that our good will affects
Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why will you mew her up,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved:-
Go in, Bianca.
[Exit Bianca.

And for I know, she taketh most delight
In music, instruments, and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio,
Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing-up;
And so farewell. Katharina you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too, may I not?
What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, be-
like, I knew not what to take, and what to leave?
Ha!
[Exit.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts
are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love
is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our
nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's
dough on both sides. Farewell:-Yet, for the love
I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light
on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights,
I will wish him to her father.

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I
pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never
brook'd parle, know now, upon advice §, it toucheth
us both, that we may yet again have access to our
fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,
to labour and effect one thing 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?

Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this contents;
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
Such as the daughter + of Agenor had,
That made great love to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.
Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not, how
her sister

Began to scold; and raise up such a storm,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her,

Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his

trance.

pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it
stands:-

Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
That, till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors.

Luc. Ay, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advised, he took some care
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?
Tra. Ay, marry, am I Sir; and now 'tis plotted
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Tra. Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one
Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra. You will be schoolmaster,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device.

Luc. It is :-May it be done?

Tra. Not possible;-For who shall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ?
Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends;
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Basta, content thee: for I have it full.
We have not yet been seen in any house;

Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her sister. Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,
Gre. A husband! A devil.
Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil:-Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough,

Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipp'd at the high-cross every morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly inaintain'd, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a hus band, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca!Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest, gets the ring. How say you, signior Gremio?

Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.

[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio. Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, Sir, tell me,-Is it pos

sible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it possible, or likely;
But see! While idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confess to thee,-
That art to me as secret, and as dear,
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,-
Tranio, I burn, 1 pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl :
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated ¶ from the heart:

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but to,—
Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

For man, or master: then it follows thus ;-
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
Keep house, and port §, and servants, as I should:
I will some other be; some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa.-
Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:--Tranio, at once
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits.
In brief then, Sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;
(For so your father charged me at our parting;
Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,
Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,)
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I love Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves:
And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you been?

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where
are you?

Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes?
Or you stolen his? Or both? Pray, what's the news?
Luc. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest,
And therefore frame your manners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his;
For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,

I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried ¶:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life:
You understand me?

Bion. I, Sir? Ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is changed into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him; 'Would, I were so too! Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wish after,

That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.

But, sirrah,-not for my sake, but your master's,

I advise

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies;

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
But in all places else, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go -

One thing more rests, that thyself execute;-
To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me
why,

Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.

1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.

Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do 1. A good matter, surely;

Comes there any more of it?

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.

Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,

And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel;
And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich,
And very rich :-But thou'rt too much my friend,
And I'll not wish thee to her.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we,
Few words suffice: and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
(As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance,)
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,

She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me; were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Gru. Nay, look you, Sir, he tells you flatly what

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam his mind is: Why, give him gold enough, and lady;

Would 't were done!

marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby+; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses:

SCENE II.—The same.-Before HORTENSIO's House. why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes with all.

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.

Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,

To see my friends in Padua; but of all,
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house:-
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.

Gru. Knock, Sir? Whom should I knock? Is there any man has rebused your worship?

Pet. Villain, say, knock me here soundly. Gru. Knock you here, Sir? Why, Sir, what am I, Sir, that I should knock you here, Sir?

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I should knock you first,

And then I know after who comes by the worst. Pet. Will it not be?

'Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it; I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. [He wrings Grumio by the ears. Gru. Help, masters, help! My master is mad. Pet. Now knock when I bid you: Sirrah! Villain!

Enter HORTENSIO.

Hor. How now? What's the matter?-My old friend Grumio! And my good friend Petruchio!How do you all at Verona ?

Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say.

Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto, Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel. Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges in Latin. -If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service,-Look you, Sir,-he bid me knock him, and rap him soundly, Sir: well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, (for aught I see,) two and thirty,-a pip out?

Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Pet. A senseless villain!-Good Hortensio, 1 bade the rascal knock upon your gate, And could not get him for my heart to do it. Gru. Knock at the gate?-O heavens!Spake you not these words plain,-Sirrah, knock me here,

Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly? And come you now with-knocking at the gate?

Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge:
Why, this a heavy chance 'twixt him and you;
Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
And tell me now, sweet friend,-what happy gale
Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ?
Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through
the world,

To seek their fortunes further than at home,
Where small expences grows. But, in a fewt,
Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me :
Antonio, my father, is deceased;

And I have thrust myself into this maze,
Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may:
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home,
And so am come abroad to see the world.

Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in, I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife

With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous;
Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman :
Her only fault (and that is fauits enough,)
Is,--that she is intolerably curst,

And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure,
That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not gold's effect.

Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
For I will board her, though she chide as loud
As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,

An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is Katharina Minola,
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
Pet. I know her father, though I know not hier;
And he knew my deceased father well :—
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru. I pray yon, Sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him: She, may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks 1. I'll tell you what, Sir,-an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat; you know him not, Sir.

Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
And her withholds from me, and other more
Suitors to her, and rivals in my love:
Supposing it a thing impossible,

(For those defects I have before rehearsed,)
That ever Katharina will be woo'd,
Therefore, this order hath Baptista ta'en ;—
That none shall have access unto Bianca,
Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.
Gru. Katharine the curst!

A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.
Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me

grace;

And offer me, disguised in sober robes,
To old Baptista as a school-master
Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca:
That so I may by this device, at least,
Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
And, unsuspected, court her by herself.
Enter GREMIO; with him LUCENTIO disguised, with
Books under his arm.

Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads

• See the story in A Thousand Notable Things.' 4 A smati image on the tag of a lace. * Abusive language.

These measures.

Custody. Versed.

together! Master, master, look about you: Who goes there? Hal

Hor. Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my love:Petruchio, stand by a while.

Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous!

[They retire.
Gre. O, very well; I have perused the note,
Hark you, Sir; I'll have them very fairly bound;
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other lectures to her:
You understand me. Over and beside
Signior Baptista's liberality,

I'll mend it with a largess +:-Take your papers too,
And let me have them very well perfumed;
For she is sweeter than perfume itself,

To whom they go.

What will you read to her?
Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
As for my patron, (stand you so assured,)
As firmly as yourself were still in place:
Yea, and (pe: haps) with more successful words
Than you, unless you were a scholar, Sir.

Gre. O this learning! What a thing it is!
Gru. O this woodcock! What an ass it is!
Pet. Peace, sirrah.

Hor. Grumio, mum!-God save you, signior

Gremio!

Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio. Trow

you,

Whither I am going!-To Baptista Minola.
I promised to enquire carefully

About a school-master for fair Bianca:
And, by good fortune, I have lighted well

On this young man; for learning, and behaviour,
Fit for her turn; well read in poetry,
And other books,-good ones, I warrant you.
Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman,
Hath promised me to help me to another,

A fine inusician to instruct our mistress;

So shall I no whit be behind in duty

To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.

Gre. Beloved of me,-and that my deeds shall

[Aside.

Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our
love:

Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either,
Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ;
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
Gre. So said, so done, is well-
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?
Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold;
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:
My father dead, my fortune lives for me;
And I do hope good days, and long, to see.
Gre. O, Sir, such a life, with such a wife, were
strange!

But, if you have a stomach to't, o' God's name;
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild cat?

Pet. Will I live?

Gru. Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.

Enter TRANI0, bravely apparell'd; and BIONDELLO.
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
To the house of signior Baptista Minola?

Gre. He that has the two fair daughters-is't [Aside to Tranio.] he you mean?

Tra. Even he. Biondello !

Gre. Hark you, Sir; you mean not her toTra. Perhaps, him and her, Sir; What have you to do!

Pet. Not her that chides, Sir, at any hand, I

Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no?
Tra. An if I be, Sir, is it any offence? [hence.
Gre. No, if, without more words, you will get you
Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the streets as frec
For me, as for you?

Gre. But so is not she.

Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?
Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,-

That she's the choice love of signior Gremio.
Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio.
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
Do me this right,-hear me with patience.
Baptista is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not all unknown;
And, were his daughter fairer than she is,
She may more suitors have, and me for one.
Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have:
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone."
Gre. What! This gentleman will out-talk us all.
Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove a jade.
Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?
Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do, that he hath two;
The one as famous for a scolding tongue,
As is the other for beauteous modesty.

Fet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me; let her go by.
Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me in sooth ;-
The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
Her father keeps from all access of suitors;
And will not promise her to any man,
Until the elder sister first be wed:
The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be so, Sir, that you are the man
Must stead us all, and me among the rest;
And if you break the ice, and do this feat,-
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access,-whose hap shall be to have her,
Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate *.

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do con-
ceive;

And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholden.
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
Please
[Aside.
ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health;
And do as adversaries do in law,-
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Gru. Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows t, let's be
gone.

Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?
Tush! Tush! Fear boys with bugs ‡.
Gru. For he fears none.

Gre. Hortensio, hark!

This gentleman is happily arrived,

[Aside.

My mind presumes, for his own good and yours.
Hor. I promised, we would be contributors,
And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er,
Gre. And so we will; provided, that he win her.
Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinner.

• Rate.

[Aside.

+ Present. Fright boys with bug-bears,

Hor. The moticn's good indeed, and be it so ;[Exeunt. Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.

Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell | [Presenting Lucento.] that hath been long studying Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.

Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Kath. Minion, thou liest ;-Is't not Hortensio ?
Bian. It thou affect him, sister, here I swear,
I'll plead for you myseif, but you shall have him.
Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more;
You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

Bian. Is it for him you do envy mne so?
Nay, then you jest; and now I will perceive,
You have but jested with me all this while :
I pr'ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
[Strikes her.

Enter BAPTISTA.

Bap. Why, how now, dame? Whence grows this
insolence?--

Bianca, stand aside;-poor girl! She weeps:-
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.-
For shame, thou hilding + of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word?
Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.

at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle Sir, [To Tranio.] methinks, you walk like a stranger;-May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own;
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous.

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest sister:
This liberty is all that I request,-
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the rest.
And, toward the education of your daughters,
I here bestow a simple instrument,

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
If you accept them, then their worth is great.
Bap. Lucentio is your name? Of whence, I pray?
Tru. Of Pisa, Sir; son to Vincentio.
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report

I know him well: you are very welcome Sir.-
[Flies after Bianca.Take you To Hor.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the
set of books,

Bap. What, in my sight ?-Bianca, get thee in.
[Exit Bianca.
Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell,
Talk not to me; I will go sit and weep,

Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Erit Katharina.
Bap. Was ever gentleman thus grieved as 1 t
But who comes here?

Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista. Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God save you, gentlemen!

Pet. And you, good Sir! Pray have you not a daughter

Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous ?

Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, call'd Katharina.
Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.
Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio; give me
leave.-

I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir,

That, hearing of her beauty, and her wit,
Her affability, and bashful modesty,

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,-
Am bold to shew myself a forward guest

Within your house, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report which I so oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do present you with a man of mine,

[Presenting Hortensio.
Cunning in music, and the mathematics,
To instruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant:
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong;
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bup. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your
good sake:

But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more my grief.

Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her;
Or else you like not of my company.

Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.
Whence are you, Sir? What may I call your name?
Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son,
A man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his
sake.

Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,
Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:
Baccare! You are marvellous forward.
Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain
be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your wooing-Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar,

You shall go see your pupils presently.
Holla, within!

Sirrah, lead

Enter a SERVANT.

These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them
both,

These are their tutors; bid them use them well.
[Exit Servant, with Hortensio, Lucentio, and
Biondello.]

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well; and in him, me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreased:
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands
And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns,

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood,-be it that she survive me,-
In all my lands and leases whatsoever :
Let specialties be therefore drawn between as,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
This is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded:
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and so she yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy
speed!

But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds,
That shake not, though they blow perpetually,
Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his Head broken.
Bap. How now, my friend? Why dost thou look
so pale ?

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mu.
sician?

Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the

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