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Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame ! Tai. She says, your worship means to make a Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. puppet of her. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou

[. Aside. thread, Much good do it unto thy gentle heart !

Thou thimble, Kate, eat apace :-And now, my honey love, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Will we return unto thy father's use;

Thou Hea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :And revel it as bravely as the best,

Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant; With rufts, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bra- As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! very,

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy leisure, Just as my master had direction: To deck thy body with his ruffling? treasure. Grumio gave order how it should be done. Enter Tailor.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.

Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ? Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments.

Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.

Tai. But did you not request to have it cut 3 Enter Haberdasher.

Gru. Thou hast faced many things.” Lay forth the gown. What news with you, sir ?

Tai. I have. flab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men ; Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;

brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. A velvet dish;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy : I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut shell,

gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;

ihou liest. Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify, Kalh. I'll have nó bigger; this doth fit the time,

Pet. Read it. And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Pei. When you are gentle, you shall have one

Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown: too,

Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, And not till then.

sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death Hor.

That will not be in haste. (Aside. with a bottom of brown thread : I said, a gown. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to

Pet. Proceed. speak;

Tai. With a small compassed cape :8 And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :

Gru. I confess the cape. Your betters have endur'd me say my mind ;

Tai. With a trunk sleere;And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.

Gru. I confess two sleeves. My longue will tell the anger of my heart;

Tai. The sleeves curiously cut. Or else my heart, concealing it, will break:

Pet. Ay, there's the villany. And, rather than it shall, I will be free

Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,

sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie ;

though thy little finger be arm'd in a thimble. I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; place where, thou should'st know it. And it I will have, or I will have none.

Gru. I am for thce straight : take thou the bill, Pet. Thy gown? why, ay :-Come, tailor, let us give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. see't,

Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? no odds. What's this? a sleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon:

Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart?

Gru. You are i'the right, sir ; 'tis for my mistress. Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,

Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Like to a censer* in a barber's shop:

Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my misWhy, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this ?tress' gown for thy master's use ! Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor

Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that ? gown.

(Aside,

Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! Pel. Marry, and did; but if you be remembered, 0, fie, fie, fie! I did not bid you mar it to the time.

'Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor Go, hop me over every kennel home,

paid :

(Aside. For you shall hop without my custom, sir :

Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.

Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morKath. I never saw a better-fashioned gown, More quaint,' more pleasing, nor more commend- Take no unkindness of his hasty words: able :

Away, I say; commend me to thy master. Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

(Exit Tailor. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your thee.

father's, (1) Finery. (e) Rustling.

(5) Curious. (6) Be-measure. (3) A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust. (7) Turned up many garments with facings. (4) These ccnsers resembled our brasiers in shape.! (8) A round cape. (9) Measuring-yard.

for:

row.

call ?

Even in these honest mean habiliments; To have him match'd ; and, --if you please to like Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor :

No worse than I, sir,-upon some agreement, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; Me shall you find most ready and most willing And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, With one consent to have her so bestow'd; So honour peereth' in the meanest habit. For curious: I cannot be with you, What is the jay more precious than the lark, Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Because his feathers are more beautiful ?

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-. Or is the adder better than the cel,

Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. Because his painted skin contents the eye? Right true it is, your son Lucentio here O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, For this poor furniture, and mean array.

Or both dissemble deeply their affections : If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me: And, therefore, if you say no more than this, And therefore, frolic; we will hence forth with, That like a father you will deal with him, To feast and sport us at thy father's house. And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, Go, call my men, and let us straight to him; The match is fully made, and all is done: And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, Your son shall have my daughter with consent. There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know Let's see ; I think, 'uis now some seven o'clock,

best, And well we may come there by dinner-time. We be affied;' and such assurance ta'en,

Kalh. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; As shall with either part's agreement stand ? And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there. Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,

Pet. It shall be seven, ére I go to horse : Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : • Look, what I speak, or do, or think do,

Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still ; You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone: And, happily, we might be interrupted. I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir : It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

There doth my father lie; and there, this night, Hor. Why so! this gallant will command the sun. We'll pass the business privately and well :

(Ereunt. Send for your daughter by your servant here,

My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. SCENE IV.-Padua.-Before Baptista's house. The worst is this,—that, at so slender warning,

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vin- You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. centio.

Bap: It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home, Tra. Sir, this is the house ; Please it you, that I And bid Bianca make her ready straight;

And, if you will, tell what hath happened :Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceived, Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, Signior Baptista may remember me,

And how she's like to be Lucentio's wise. Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where

Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! We were lodgers at the Pegasus.

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Tra.

'Tis well; Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way ? And hold your own, in any case, with such Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer: Austerity as 'longeth to a father.

Come, sir ; we'll better it in Pisa.
Enter Biondello.

Bap.

I follow you. Peil. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your

[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baplista. Bion. Cambio. Luc.

What say'st thou, Biondello? "Twere good he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,

Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you;

Luc. Biondello, what of that? Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me here Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? signs and tokens.

behind, to expound the meaning or moral' of his Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice;

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou’rt a talla fellow; hold thee that to the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, lalking with drink.

Luc. And what of him?
Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance, sir. Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.

Luc. And then ?
Signior Baptista, you are haply met :-
Sir, [To The Pedant.)

Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is This is the gentleman I told you of;

at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this? 1 pray you, stand good father to me now, Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Bion. I cannot tell ; except they are busied Ped. Soft, son!

about a counterfeit assurance: 'Take your assurance Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua

of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum : To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio

to the church; take the priest, clerki, and some

sufficient honest witnesses : Made me acquainted with a weighty cause Of love between your daughter and himself:

If this be not that you look for, I have no more

say, And,-for the good report I hear of you; And for the love he beareth to your daughter,

But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. And she to him,-to stay hiin not too long,

(Going 1 am content, in a good father's care,

Luc. Hear’st thou, Biondello ?

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married (1) Appeareth. (2) Brave. (3) Serupulous. (1) Assure or convey. (5) Betrothed.

(6) Accidentally. (7) Secret purpose.

boy;.

you ?

the supper.

now.

in an afternoon as she went to the garden for pars-Which way thou travellest: if along with us, ley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir, and so We shall be joyful of thy company. adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Vin. Fair sir, -and you my merry mistress, Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come That with your strange encounter much amaz'd against you come with your appendix. (Exit.

me ; Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented : My name is call’d-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pisa; She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? And bound I am to Padua; there to visit Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; A son of mine, which long I have not seen. It shall go hard, it'Cambio go without her. (Éxit. Pet. What is his name?

Vin.

Lucentio, gentle sir. SCENE V.A public road. Enter Petruchio, Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. Katharina, and Hortensio.

And now by law, as well as reverend age, Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more to- I may entitle thee-my loving father ; ward our father's.

The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Thy son by this hath married : Wonder not,
Kath. The moon the sun; it is not moonlight Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,

Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Beside, so qualified as may beseem
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. The spouse of any noble gentleman.

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

And wander we to see thy honest son, Or ere I journey to your father's house:

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous. Go on, and fetch our horses back again.

Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Evermore crossd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Upon the company you overtake? Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. far,

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : For our first nierriment hath made thee jealous. And if you please to call it a rush candle,

(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio. Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Ilor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Pet. I say, it is the moon.

Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Kath.

I know it is. Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. Pel. Nay, then you lic; it is the blessed sun.

(Exil. Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed

sun: But sun it is when you say it is not ;

ACT V. And the moon changes, even as your mind. What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; SCENE I.-Padua. Before Lucentio's house. And so it shall be so, sor Katharine.

Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and BiHor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

anca; Gremio walking on the other side. Pet. Well, forward, Torward : thus the bowl should run,

Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir ; for the priest is And not unluckily against the bias.

ready. But soft; what company is coming here?

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress.

need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church of your Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away ?- back; and then come back to my master as soon [To Vincentio. as I can.

(Exeunt Luc. Bian, and Bion. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,

Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her checks ! Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and at. What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,

tendants. As those two eyes become that heavenly face?Pair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.

My father's bears more toward the market-place; Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. woman of him.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and

go; sweet,

I think, I shall command your welcome here, Whither away; or where is thy abode ?

And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. Happy the parents of so fair a child ;

(Knocks. Happier the man, whom favourable stars

Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

louder. Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:

Enter Pedant above at a window. This is a man, old, wrinkled, saded, wither'd; Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is..

down the gate ? Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir ? That have been so bedazzled with the sun,

Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. That every thing I look on seemeth green:

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; or two, to make merry withal ? Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he Pel. Do, good old grandsire; and, withial, make shall need none, so long as I live. known

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in

Padua. Do you hear, sir ?--to leave frivolous cir- name :--0, my son, my son !-tell me, thou villain, cumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, where is my son Lucentio ? that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at Tra, Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an the door to speak with him.

officer. ) carry this med knave to the gaol :-Father Ped. Thou liest ; his father is come from Pisa, Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming. and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Carry me to the gaol ! Vin. Art thou his father ?

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Ped. Ay, sir ; so his mother says, if I may be Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall lieve her.

go to prison. Pet. Why, how, now, gentlemen! (To Vincen.) Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another conycatcheda in this business; I dare swear, this man's name.

is the right Vincentio. Ped. Lay hands on the villain ;. I believe 'a Ped. Swear, if thou darest. means to cozen somebody in this city under my Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. countenance.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Re-enter Biondello.

Lucentio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bion. I have seen them in the church together;l. Bap. Away with the dotard ; to the gaol with God send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? him. mine old master, Vincentio ? now we are undone, Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:and brought to nothing.

O monstrous villain ! Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

(Seeing Biondello. Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir.

Vin. Come, hither, you rogue ; What, have you Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; forgot me ?

deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Bion. Forgot you? no, sir : I could not forget Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

[Kneeling. you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Vin.

Lives my sweetest son ? Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou [Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, un oul. never see thy master's father, Vincentio ?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

[Kneeling. Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master ? Bap.

How hast thou offended ? yes, marry, sir ; see where he looks out of the win- Where is Lucentio ? dow."

Luc.

Here's Lucentio, Vin. Is't so, indeed? (Beats Biondello. Right son unto the right Vincentio;

Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, murder me.

[Exit. While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.» Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista !

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive (Exit from the window. us all! Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, the end of this controversy. [They retire. That fac'd and bravd me in this matter so ?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ? Re-enter Pedant below ; Baptista, Tranio, and Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. servants,

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Tina. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my Made me exchange my state with Tranio, servant ?

While he did bear my countenance in the town; Vin. What am I, sir ? nay, what are you, sir ?- And happily I have arrivd at last O immortal gods !'o fine villain ! A silken doublet! Unto the wished haven of my bliss :a velvet hose? a scarlet cloak ! and a copatain hat! What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; -0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. good husband at home, my son and my servant Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have spend all at the university.

sent me to the gaol. Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. But do you hear, sir ?,[To Lucentio.] Hare Bap. What, is the man lunatic ?

you married my daughter without asking my goodTra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman will ? by your habit, but your words show you a mad Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, man: Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. pearl and gold ?' I thank my good father, I am able

(Erit. to maintain it.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker

[Erit. in Bergamo.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not Bap. You mistake, sir ; you mistake, sir : Pray,

frown.

(Exeunt Luc. and Bian. what do you think is his name?

Gre. My cake is dough :: But I'll in among the Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name! I have brought him up ever since he was three years Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. old, and his name is-Tranio.

(Ezil. Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is Lucen Petruchio and Katharina advance, tio !-and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands Kalh. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of of me, signior Vincentio.

this ado. Vin. Lucentio ! 0, he hath murdered his mas

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. ter!_Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's Kath. What, in the midst of the street ?

Pef. What, art thou ashamed of me? (1) A hat with a conical crown. (2) Cheated. (3) Deceived thy eyes.

45) A proverbial expression, repeated after a (4) Tricking, underhand contrivances.

disappointment.

rest;

let's away:

Kath. No, sir; God forbid:-but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss : now pray Bian. Âm I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, thee, love, stay.

And then pursue me as you draw your bow: Pet. Is not this well? ---Comc, my sweet Kate; You are welcome all. Better once than never, for never too late. (Exe. (Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow.

Pet. She hath prevented me. -Here, Signior SCENE II. room in Lucentio's house. A

Tranio, banquet set out.

Enter Baptista, Vincentio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Biancá, Petruchio, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio,

Tra. 0, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyBiondello, Grunio, and others, attending.

hound, Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good swinli siinile, but something currish. agree : And time it is, when raging war is done,

Tra. "Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. - 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Trunio hits you now. While I with self-same kindness welcome thine :

Luc. I thank thee for that yird, 4 good Tranio. Brother Petruchio,--sister Katharina,

Ilor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,

Pet. 'A has a little gill'd me, I confess; Feast with the best, and welcome to my house ;

And as the jest did blauce away from me, My banquet' is to close our stomachs up,

'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Alter our great good cheer : Pray you, sit down; I think thou has the veriest shrew of all.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They sit at table. Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assuPet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!

rance,
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Let's each one send unto his wise;
Pei. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

And he, whose wise is most obedient
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word To come at first, when he doth send for ber,

Shall win the wager which we will propose.
were true.
Pet. Now for my life, Hortensio fears? his widow.

Hor. Content: What is the wager ?

Luc: IVid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.

Twenty croins. Pel. You are sensible, and yet you miss my i'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

Pet. Twenty crowns ! sense ;

But twenty times so much upon my wife. I mean, Hortensio is afcard of you.

Luc. A hundred then: Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

Hor. round.

Content.

Pet. Pet. Roundly replied.

A match ; 'tis done Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?

Hor. Who shall begin?

Luc. Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

That will l. Go, Pet. Conceives by me!-Ilow likes Hortensio Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. that?

Bion. I go.

(Exit. Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her

Bap. Son, I will be your hall, Bianca comes. tale.

Luc. I'll have no halves ; I'll bear it all mysell. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good

Re-enter Biondello. widow. Kath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns How now! what news ? round:

Bion.

Sir, my mistress sends you word, I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. That she is busy, upd she cannot comc. 'Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come ! shrew,

Is that an answer ? Measures my husband's sorrow by his wo : .

Gre.

Ay, and a kind one too : And now you know my meaning.

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Kath. A very mean meaning.

Pet. I hope, better. Wid.

Right, I mean you. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.'

wife Pet. To her, Kate!

To come to me forthwith. (Erit Biondello. Hor. To her, widow !

Pet.

o, ho, entreat her! Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Nay, then she must needs come. down.

Mor.

I am afraid, sir, Hor. That's my office,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Pet. Spoke like an officer :-Ha, to thee, lad.

Re-enter Biondello. (Drinks to Hortensio. Pap. How likcs Gremio these quick-witted folks? Now, where's my wife? Gre. Believe me, sir, they buti together well. Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in Bian. Head, and buit?'a hasty-witted body

hand; Would say, your head and butt were head and hörn. She will not come; she bids you come to her.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come ! O Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll vile, sleep again.

Intolerable, not to be endur'd!

Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; (1) A banquet was a resection consisting of fruit, cakes, &c.

(2) Dreads. (3) Wilty, (4) Sarcasm.

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