And there I stood amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While she did call me,-rascal fiddler,
And-twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did:
0, how I long to have some chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited: Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.-Signior Petruchio, will you go with us; Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,— [Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio.

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though she bid me stay by her a week;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I shall ask the banns, and when be married:

But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. Enter KATHARINA.

Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing;

They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.
Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain
Kate,

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation :-
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
(Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,)
Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

Kath. Moved! In good time: let him that moved you hither,

Remove you hence I knew you at the first,
You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?

Kath. A joint-stool.

Pet. Thou hast hit it; come, sit on me.

Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Kath. No such jade, Sir, as you, if me you mean. Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: For, knowing thee to be but young and light,— Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Pet. Should be? Should buz.

Kath. Well ta’en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! Shall a buzzard take thee?

Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too

angry.

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his
sting?

In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whose tongue?

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,

Good Kate; I ain a gentleman.
Kath. That I'll try.

If

[Striking him.

Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
Kath. So may you lose your arms:

you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why, then, no arms.

Pet. A herald, Kate? Ŏ, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your crest? A coxcomb?

Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a

craven t.

Paltry musician. + A degenerate cock.

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.
Kath. Go, foul, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful!
Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother! Witless else her son.
Pet. Am I not wise?

Kath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy

bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms:-Your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,)
Thou must be married to no man but me:
For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate;
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate
Conformable, as other houshold Kates,
Here comes your father; never nake denial,
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.
Bap. Now,

Signior Petruchio: How speed you with
My daughter?

Pet. How but well, Sir? How but well?
It were impossible, I should speed amiss.
Bay. Why, how now daughter Katharine? In

your dumps?

Kath. Call you me, daughter? Now, I promise

you,

You have shew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;

A mad cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter ont.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourself and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If she be curst, it is for policy:

For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the mern;
For patience she will prove a second Grissel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:
And to conclude,-we have 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day,
Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! She says, she'll see thee
hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? Nay then, good night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemea; I choose her for myself;

.By.

If she and I be pleased, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curst in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate!—
She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices! Tis a world to see t.
How tame when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :--
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your
hands;

God send you joy, Petruchio! Tis a match.

Gre. Tra, Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace.We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. [Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly! Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match. Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter :Now is the day we long have looked for; I am your neighbours, and was suitor first.

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can

guess.

Gre. Youngling! Thou canst not love so dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! Thy love doth freeze.
Gre. But thine doth fry.

Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen: I'll compound this strife:

'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love.

Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city

Is richly furnished with plate and gold;
Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints §,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valence of Venice gold in needie-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house or housekeeping: then at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.

Tra. That, only, came well in-Sir, list to me,

I am my father's heir, and only son:

If I may have your daughter to my wife,

I'll leave her houses three or four as good,"
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one

Old signior Gremio has in Padua ;

Besides two thousand ducats by the year,

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
And she can have no more than all I have;—
If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
world,

By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best ;
And, let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own; else, you must pardon me :
If you should die before him, where's her dower!
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, 1 young.

Gre. And may not young men dje, as well as old!
Bap. Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolved :-On Sunday next, you know,
My daughter Katharine is to be married:
Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to signior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit. Gre. Adieu good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not;

[Exit.

Sırrah, young gamester, your father, were a fool
To give thee all, and, in his waning age,
Set foot under thy table: tut! A toy;
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
Yet I have faced it with a card of ten,
'Tis in my head to do my master good:-
I see no reason, but supposed Lucentio

Must get a father, call'd-supposed Vincentio :
And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly,

Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning. (Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I-A Room in BAPTISTA'S House.

Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA. Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, Sir; Have you so soon forgot the entertainment Her sister Katharine welcomed you withal? Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is The patroness of heavenly harmony: Then give me leave to have prerogative; And when in music we have spent an hour, Your lecture shall have leisure for as much. Luc. Preposterous ass! That never read so far To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, After his studies, or his usual pain? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down:Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; His lecture will be done, ere you have tuned. Hor, You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune? To Bianca.-Hortensio retires. Luc. That will be never;-tune your instrument. Bian. Where left we last? Luc. Here, madam :

Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ;

Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.
Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, 1 am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love;-Hic

My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy |,
That now is lying in Marseilles' road :-
What, have I choak'd you with an argosy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses T, And twelve tight gallies: th se I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next.

To vie and revie, were terms at cards, now superseded by the word hays.

It is well worth seeing. 1 A dastardly creature. 5 Counterpanes. Merchant-ship.

A vessel of burthen, worked both with sails and oars.

loon.

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.

But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent
robes;

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thas, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done
with words;

To me she's married, not unto my clothes;
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss?

[Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire; We will persuade him, be it possible,

To put on better ere he go to church.

Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.

[Exit.

Tra. But, Sir, to her love concerneth us to add
Her father's liking: which to bring to pass,
As I before imparted to your worship,
I am to get a man,-whate'er he be,

It skills+ not much; we'll fit him to our turn,-
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow school-master
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage:
Which once perform'd, let all the world say-no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into.
And watch our 'vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

Gre. Tut! She's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio; When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gegs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book: And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,

The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Gre. Prembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd,

and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he: as if
He had been abroad, carousing to his mates
After a storm :-Quaff'd off the muscadelý,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other cason,-

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous snack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;

your pains:

for

I know, you think to dine with me to day,
And have prepared great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night?
Pet. I must away to-day, betore night come :-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself

To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me entreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have calen the horses.

Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, Sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone, 'till I please myself:-
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pit. 0, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not angry.

Kath. I will be angry :-What hast thou to do?

Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure,

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work. Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see, a woman may be made a fool,

If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shali go forward, Kate, at thy command:

Obey the bride, you that attend on her :
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own:
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My house-hold stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua,--Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:-
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee,
Kate;

I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Grumio. Bep. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with Jaughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister↑ Bian. That, being inad herself, she's madly

mated.

Gre. I warrant him, Pettnchio is Kated.

Bep. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For w

supply the places at the table.

You know, here wants no junkets at the feast;Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's

place;

And let Bianca take her sister's room.

go.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, let's [Exeunt.

• Delicacies

ACT IV.

Cru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fie, fie, on all bred jades! On all mad masters! And all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so ray'd? Was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me :-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis! Enter CURTIS

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost : but, thou know'st winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack, boy! Io, boy! And as much news as thou wilt.

Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching :Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustain, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news? Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Striking him.

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress :

Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee !
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale :-But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoil'd; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled: how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she pray'd-that never uray'd before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper-with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than slie.

Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit⚫ : let them curt'sy with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that call'st for company to

countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Enter several SERVANTS

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!

Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you ;-How now, you;-What you;-fellow, you;-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready: How near is our master? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and there fore be not,Cock's passion, silence!--I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?-
All Serv. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir!-
Pet. Here, Sir! Here, Sir! Here, Sir! Here, Sir!
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms,
What, no attendance? No regard? No duty ?-
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Gru. Here, Sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-
horse drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee.

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel;
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gre-

Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When?
It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings.
As he forth walked on his way.
Out, out, you rogue! You pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.-
[Strikes him.

Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here; what ho?-
Where's my spaniel Troilus?-Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:-

[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that thou must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water? [A Bason is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:

[Servant lets the Ewer fall. You whoreson villain. Will you let it fail?

[Strikes him.

Kath. Patience, I pray you: 'twas a fault unwilling.

• Not different one from the other. + Torch.

A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued.