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.
Bin. 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 tun'd.
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 ;
Hie steterat Priami regia celsa senis.
Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, -Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love; Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the oid pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.

Bian. Let's hear;O fie! the treble jars.

[Returning. [Hortensio plays.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not,-Hic steteral Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis,

despair not.

SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's house. Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katharina, Bianca, Lucentio, and attendants.

'pointed day

Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tranio.] this is the
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:
What will be said? what mockery will it be,
To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?

Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be
forc'd

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,

Luc.

jars.

All but the base.

How fiery and forward our pedant is!

Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, acides
Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise

you,

I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you:-
Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.] and

give me leave a while;

My lessons make no music in three parts.

Unto a mad-brain'd rudesby, full of spleen:
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:
And, to be noted for a merry man,

He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista
too;

Unon my life, Petruchio means but well,

Whatever fortune stavs him from his word:
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.

[Aside.

And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Our fine musician groweth amorous.
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all
accord,

(1) No schoolboy, liable to be whipped.
(2) The old cully in Italian farces.

Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him
though!

[Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
For such an injury would vex a saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour,
Enter Biondello.

Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of!

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?

Bap. Is he come?

(3) Pedant.

(5) Bait, decoy.

Bion. Why, no, sir.

Bap. What then?
Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here?

Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there.

Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candie-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shouldershotten; 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 myself. 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 packthread.

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;

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list: an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey. Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion ;

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.

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

[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.

[Exil.
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,
am to get a man,-whate'er he be,

I

It skills not much: we'll fit him to our turn,-
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;

Bap. I am glad he is come, nowsoe'er he And make assurance, here in Padua,

comes.

Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

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 schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,

Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; on his back."

Bap. Why, that's all one.

Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not

many.

Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

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;

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

home?

Bap. You are welcome, sir.
Pet.

And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra.

As I wish you were.

Not so well apparell'd

Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?

How does my father?-Gentles, methinks you

frown:

And wherefore gaze this goodly company;

As if they saw some wondrous monument,

Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Re-enter Gremio.

Signior Gremio! came you from the church?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?

Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, in-
deed,

A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
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:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come ;

(1) Farcy.

(2) Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles.

Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,

(3) Velvet. (4) Stocking.

(5) i. e. To deviate from my promise.
(6) Matters. (7) Strange..

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

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 I'll not be me, till I please myself:'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly. Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not

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,

(1) It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriageceremony.

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! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

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 callest 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?

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 trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and thereon? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, fore be not,--Cock's passion, silence !—I hear 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?

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?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?

Curt. Why, a horse.

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:

Gru. Tell thou the tale :- -But hadst thou not There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gre crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse

gory;

fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoil-Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. ed; how he left her with the horse upon her; how Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she [Exeunt some of the Servants.

waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how Where is the life that late I led[Sings. he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed be-Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome. fore; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how Soud, soud, soud, soud!

Re-enter Servants, with supper.

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 Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be to thy grave.

merry.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? she. It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings. Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of As he forth walked on his way :you all shall find, when he comes home. But what Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: talk I of this?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nich- Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.olas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let [Strikes him. their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what, ho!brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

hence,

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

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

Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water? This is the way to kill a wife with kindness; [A bason is presented to him. And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong huCome, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:[Servant lets the ewer fall. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. [Exit. [Sirikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un- SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's house. Enter Tranio and Hortensio. willing.

Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?—I What is this? mutton?