Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame! [Aside. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart! With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; Or I shall so be-metes thee with thy yard, very,' With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments. Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sir? Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one And not till then. Hor. That will not be in haste. [Aside. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? gown. [Aside. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time. Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made Grumio gave order how it should be done. brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown. Pet. Proceed. Tai. With a small compassed cape:* Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be arm'd in a thimble. Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? think you Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remembered, Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor able: Belike you mean to make a puppet of me. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. row. Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your Even in these honest mean habiliments; Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock I say it is. To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;- We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir: Hor. Why so! this gallant will command the sun. We'll pass the business privately and well: [Exeunt. Send for your daughter by your servant here, SCENE IV.-Padua.-Before Baptista's house. The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning, My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vin-You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. centio. Ped. Soft, son !— Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua (1) Appeareth. (2) Brave. (3) Scrupulous. Bap. It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! [Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral' of his signs and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with Luc. And what of him? Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then ?- Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take your assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum : to the church; take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day Going. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married . me; 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. Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. SCENE V-A public road. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortensio. ? Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more to-I ward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! now. Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: Pet. I say, it is the moon. Kath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not; Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. And not unluckily against the bias.- My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pisa; Vin. Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio. ACT V. SCENE I-Padua. Before Lucentio's house. Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?-back; and then come back to my master as soon [To Vincentio. as I can. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, a Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Whither away; or where is thy abode? Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, [Exeunt Luc. Bian. and Bion. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. I Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; think, I shall command your welcome here, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder. Enter Pedant above at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate? Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall need none, so long as I live. 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 the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father? Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol:-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol! Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be conycatched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him. : Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus’d :O monstrous villain! Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. How hast thou offended? Bap. Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the win-Where is Lucentio ? dow. Vin. Is't so, indeed? Here's Lucentio, [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.' Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and servants. us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, T. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my Tra. How now! what's the matter? Unto the wished haven of my bliss:- Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol. Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman 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 to maintain it. Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo. Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name? (Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not [Exit. 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. Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio!-and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's (1) A hat with a conical crown. Petruchio and Katharina advance. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. 15) A proverbial expression, repeated after a disappointment. Kath. No, sir; God forbid :-but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again :--Come, sirrah, let's away Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exe. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow :You are welcome all. [Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, Signior Tranio, SCENE II-A room in Lucentio's house. A agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, [They sit at table. were true. Pet. Now for my life, Hortensio fears? his widow. sense; I mean, Hortensio is afcard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Mistress, how mean you that?] that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow. Kath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round: I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Measures my husband's sorrow by his wo: . Right, I mean you. Hor. To her, widow! Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. Hor. That's my office. Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha, to thee, lad. (1) A banquet was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, &c. hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Let's each one send unto his wife; Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! Content. A match; 'tis done. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. How now! what news? |