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They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape
Kath. Ichafe you, if I tarry; let me go.
And now I find report a very liar; For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, For thou art pleasant, gamesoine, passing cour Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;
teous; Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers : Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, (Yet not so deeply as to thee belonýs,)
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will ; Myself am movid to woo thee for my wise. Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; Kath. Moy'd! in good time: let him that mov'd But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, you hither,
With gentle conference, soft and affable. Bemove you hence: I knew you at the first, Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp? You were a moveable.
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Pet.
Why, what's a moveable? Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue Kath. A joint-stool.
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: 0, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; Kath. Where did you study all this goodly
speech? Pei. Should be? sh uld buz.
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit. Kath.
Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle ! shall a buzzard take Pet. Am I not wise ? thee?
Yes; keep you warm. Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy Pel. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too
And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Thus in plain terms :-Your father hath consented Pel. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. That you shall be my wise ; your dowry 'greed on; Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; his sting?
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, In his tail.
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,) Kath. In his tongue.
Thou must be married to no man but me: Pet.
Whose tongue? For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate; Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so fare- And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate well.
Conformable, as other household Kates. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail ? nay, Here comes your father: never make denial, come again,
I must and will have Katharine to my wise.
That I'll try:
Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio.
[Striking him... Bap. Now, Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Signior Petruchio: How speed you with Kath. So may you lose your arms:
My daughter ? If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
Pet. How but well, sir ? how but well ? And if no gentleman, why, then no arms. It were impossible I should speed amiss.
Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? in Kath. What is your crest ? a coxcomb ?
your dumps ? Pel. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. Kath. Call you me daughter ? now I promise you, Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, craven,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
If she be curst, it is for policy: Kath. There is, there is.
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; Pel. Then show it mc.
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; Kath.
Had I a glass, I would. For patience she will prove a second Grissel; Pel. What, you mean my face?
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity : Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one. And to conclude,
-we have 'greed so well toge Pel. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for ther,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. Kath. Yet you are wither'd.
Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee. Kath.
I care not.
Tra. Is this your speeding ? nay, then, good (1) A degenerate cock. (2) By.
night our part!
Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her forl. Tra. That only came well m—Sir, list to me, myself;
I am my father's heir, and only son :
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old signior Gremio has in Padua ; How much she loves me: 0, the kindest Kate!- Besides two thousand ducals by the year, She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, What, have 1 pinch'd you, signior Gremio ? That in a twink she won me to her love.
Gré. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land ! O, you are novices ! 'tis a world to see,
My land amounts not to so much in all : How tame, when men and women are alone, That she shall have ; besides an argosy, A meacock' wretch can make the curstest shrew.-That now is lying in Marseilles' road :Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, What, have I chok'd you with an argosy? To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :
Tra. Gremio, 'lia known, my father hath no less Provide the least, father, and bid the guests; Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses,' I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine. And twelve tight calles: these I will assure her, Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your And twice as much, whate'er thou offer’st nest. hands;
Gre. Nay, I have oficrú all, I have no more ; God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match, And she can have no more than all I have ;
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :--
world, We will have rings, and things, and fine array; By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied. And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday. Bap. I musi confess, your offer is the best ;
(Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine, severally. And, let your father make her the assurance, Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ? She is your own; else, you must pardon me: Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's If you should die before hiin, where's her dower? part,
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ? Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay frelting by you : Bap: Well, gentlemen, "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. I am thus resolv'd :-On Sunday next you know,
Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match. My daughter Katharine is to be married :
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter ;- Be bride to you, if you make this assurance; Now is the day we long have looked for; If not, to signior Gremio: I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. And so I take my leave, and thank you both. (Fr.
Trå. And I am one, that love Bianca more Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.–Now I fear thce Than words can witness,or your thoughts can guess.
not ; Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I. Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool Tra, Grey-beard ! thy love doth freeze. To give thee all, and, in his waning age, Gre.
But thine doth fry. Set foot under thy table : Tut! a loy! Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth. An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. (Erit.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide ! Bap. Content you, gentlemen ; I'll compound Yet I have faced it with a card of ien." this strife :
'Tis in my head to do my master good :'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, I see no reason, but surpos’d Lucentio That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Must get a father, callid-suppos'd Vincentio ; Shall have Bianca's love.
And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly, Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her ? Do get their children ; but, in this case of wooing, Gre. First, as you know, my house within the A child shall get a sire, if I' fail not of my cunning. city,
(Erit. 1s richly furnish'd with plate and gold; Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands ; My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
SCENE 1.-A room in Baptista's house, Enler
Lucentio, Hortensio, and Bianca. Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir: Pewter and brass, and all things that belong Have you so soon forgot the entertainment To house, or housekeeping : then, at my farm, Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ? I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much. Il, whilst I live, she will be only mine.
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd ! (1) To vie and revic were terms at cards now superseded by the word brag.
(5) A large ma-chant-ship. (2) It is well worth seeing.
(6) A vessel ur burthen worked both with sails (3) A dastardly creature.
and oars. (4) Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes.! (7) The highest card.
Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; After his studies, or his usual pain ?
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, Then give me leave to read philosophy,
C faut, that loves with all affection ; And, while I pause, serve in your harmony. D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I; Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. E la ini, show pity, or I die.
Bizn. Why, gen!lemen, you do me double wrong, Call you this-gamit? tut! I like it not: To strive for that which resteth in my choice :
Old fashions please me best ; I am not so nice, I am no breeching scholar' in the schools;
To change true rules for odd inventions.
Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; His lecture will be done ere you have tun'd.
books, Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune ? And help to dress your sister's chamber up; [To Bianca.-Hortensio relires.
You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.
Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be L!uc. That will be never ;--tune your instrument.
(Exeunt Bianca and Servant. Bian. Where left we last ?
Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I tave no cause to Luc. Here, madam :
(Exil. Hac ibat Siinois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Hic sletera! Priami regia celsa senis.
Methinks he looks as though he were in love : Bian. Construe them.
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, Luc. llac ibat, as I told you before,- Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Seize thee, that list: If once I find i hee ranging,
To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale, - Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;
Hortensio 'will be quit with thee by changing. Hic steleral, and that Lucentio that comes a woo
(Exit. ing,–Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port, --celsa senis, that we might beguile the SCENE 11.-The same. Before Baptista's house. oid pantaloon. ?
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katharina, BiHor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.
anca, Lucentio, and allendants.
(Returning. Bim. Let's hear;
[Hortensio plays. Bap. Signior Licentio, [To Tranio.) this is the O fie! the treble jars.
'pointed day Luc. Spit in ihe hole, man, and tune again.
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Bizn. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac And yet we hear not of our son-in-law : ibal Simois, I know you not ; hic est Sigeia tellus, What will be said ? what mockery will it be, I trust you not,-Hic steleral Priami, take heed be To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends hear us not;-regia, presume not; -celsa senis, To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? despair not.
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours? Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Kath. No shame but mine : I must, forsooth, bo Luc.
All but the base.
forcod Hor. The base is right ; 'tis the base knave that To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, jars.
Unto a mad-brain'd rudesby, full of spleen How ficry and forward our pedant is!
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love :
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Pedascule, I'll watch you better vet.
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour : Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
And, to be noted for a merry man, Luc. Mistrust it not ; for, sure, Æacides
He'il woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Was Ajas,-call'd so from his grandfather.
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns ; Bian. I must believe my inaster ; else, I promise Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine, you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you:
If il would please him come and narry her. Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.] and Unon my life, Petruchio means but well, give me leave a while;
Whatever fortune stavs him from his word : My lessons make no music in three parts.
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ; Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? well, I must wait, Though he be merry, vet withal he's honest. And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Kalh. Would Katharine had never seen him Our fine musician groweth amorous. (Aside.
though! Hor. Madam, before you touch the instruinent,
[Eril, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. To learn the order of my fingering,
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; I must begin with rudiments of art;
For such an injury would ver a saint, To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
Much more a shrow of thy impatient humour. More pleasant, pithy, and effectral,
Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
news as you never heard of! Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bap. Is it new and old too? how mav that be? Bian. (Rends.] Gamut I am, the ground of all
Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's accord,
Bap. Is he come? (1) No schoolboy, liable to be whipped. (3) Pedant.
(4) Fantastical. (2) The old cully in Italian farces.
(5) Bait, decor. (6) Caprice, inconstancy.
Bion. Why, no, sir.
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Bap. What then ?
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate, Bion. He is coming.
An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Bap. When will he be here ?
Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees Hath all so long detain'd you from your wise,
And sent you hither so unlike yourseli? Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Pel. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice Though in soine part enforced to digress :: turned ; a pair of boots that have been candie-cases, Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword As you shall well be satisfied withal. ta'en out of the to.vn armoury, with a broken hilt, But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her ; and chupeless; with two bruken points: His horse The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent kindred : besides, possessed with the glanders, and
robes ; like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. infected with the fashions,' full of wind-galls, sped Pel. Not I, believe me ; thus l'll visit her. with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. the tives,? stark spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn Pei. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder
with words; shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half-To me she's married, not unto my clothes : checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather : Could I repair what she will wear in me, which, being restrained to keep him from stum- As I can change these poor accoutrements, bling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with Twere well for Kate, and better for myselí. knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's But what a fool am I, to chat with you, crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there And seal the title with a lovely kiss ? pieced with packihread.
(Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. Bup. Who comes with him ?
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire : Bión. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world capa- We will persuade him, be it possible, risoned like the horse ; with a linen stock* on one To put on better ere he go to church. lez, and a kersey boo-hose on the other, gartered Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this, with a red and blue list: an old hat, and The hu
(Ezil. mour of forly funcies pricked in't for a feather: Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add a monster, a very monsier in apparel ; end not like Her father's liking : Which to bring to pass, a Christiani footboy, or a gentleman's lackey. As I besore imparted to your worship, Tra. "Tis some odd humour pricks him to this I am to get a man,-whale'er he be,
It skills not much : we'll fit him to our turn,-
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?
And marry sweet Bianca with consent. Bion. Who ? that Petruchio came?
Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, Bion. No, sir ; I say, his horse comes with him "Tivere good, methinks, io steal our marriage ; on his back.
Which once perform'd, let all the world say-00, Bap. Why, that's all one.
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The qurint' musician, amorous Licio; Pel. Come, where be these gallants ? who is at All for my master's sake, Lucentio.home?
And yet I come not well. Signior Gremio! came you from the church?
Gre, As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra.
Not so well apparell’d Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming As I wish you were.
home? Pel. Were it better I should rush in thus. Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, inBut where is Kate ? where is my lovely bride ?
deed, How does my father ?-Gentles, micthinks you A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Crown:
Tra, Curster than she ? why, 'tis impossible. And wherefore gaze this goodly company;
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fient. As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil
, the devil's dam. Some comct, or unusual prodigy ?
Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding- I'll tell you, sir Lucentio; When the priest day:
Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, First, were we sad, searing you would not come; Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, (1) Farcy.
(3) Velvet. (4) Stocking. (2) Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing (5) i. e. To deviate from my promise. from the strangles.
(6) Matters. (7) Strange.
That all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book: If she had not a spirit to resist.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy comThe mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff,
mand :That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; Obey the bride, you that attend on her: Nowe take them up, quoth he, if any lisi.
Go to the least, revel and domineer, Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again ? Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Gre. Trembled and shook'; for why, he stamp'd, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves ; and swore,
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; But after many ceremonies done,
I will be master of what is mine own: He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he; as if She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, He had been aboard carousing to his mates My household-stuff, my field, my barn, After a storm :-Quaffd off the muscadel,' My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;. And threw the sops all in the sexton's face; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; Having no other reason,
I'll bring my action on the proudest he But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio, And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves; This done, he took the bride about the neck ; Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, That, at the purting, all the church did echo. I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; I'll buckler thee against a million. And aller me, I know, the rout is coming :
(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Grumio. Such a mad marriage never was before ;
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Music. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
laughing Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Bianca, Baptista, Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Hortensio, Grumio, 'and train.
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly
mated. your pains : I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
Gre, I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer ;
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
bridegroom wants And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
For to supply the places at the table, Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night ?
You know, there wants no junketsa at the feast;Pd. I must away to-day, before night come :
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her sister's room.
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? And, honest company, I thank you all,
Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, That have beheld me give away myself
[Exeunt, 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.
ACT IV. Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
SCENE I.-A hall in Petruchio's country house. Pet. It may not be.
Enter Grumio. Gre.
Let me entreat you. Pet. It cannot be.
Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades ! on all mad Kath. Let me entrcat you.
masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man go Pet. I am content.
beaten ? was ever man so rayed ?? was ever man Kath.
Are you content to stay ? so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; are coming after to warm them. Now, were not But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my Pet.
Grumio, my horses. mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have a fire to thaw me:-But I, with blowing the fire, eaten the horses.
shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, Kath. Nay, then,
a taller man than I will take cold.-Holla, hoa! Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; Curtis ! No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no That take it on you at the first so roundly. greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr’ythee, be not good Curtis.
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? angry. Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do ?
Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
cast on no water. Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work.
Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ? Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:
Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: I see a woman may be made a fool,
but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and
beast ; for it hath tamed my old master, and my (1) It was the custom for the company present new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. to drink wine immediately after the marriageceremony.
(2) Delicacies. (3) Bewrayed, dirty.