Ped. Lay hands on the villain! I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Re-enter BIOndello. 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! [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue! What, have you for got me? 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? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats Biondello.. Bion. Help, help, help..re's a madman will murder [Exit. me. 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 Ser vants. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?—O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my sou and my, servant spend all at the university. Tra. How now! what's the matter? Tra. Sir. you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what concerns it yon, if I wear 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?" Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years 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 name! O, my son, my son!- tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? 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 forthcoming. 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 coneycatched 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 Lucentio. 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! Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [Kneeling. Right son unto the right Vincentio ; Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in to be revenged for this villainy. [Exit. Bup. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough. But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit, PETRUCHIO and CATHARINA advance. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Cath. What, in the midst of the street? Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me? Cath. No, sir; God forbid!—but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again!- Come, sirrah, let's away! Cath. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's house. 4 banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENtio, GreMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, CATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow; TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. — My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, While I with self-same kindness welcome thine: Brother Petruchio, - sister Catharina, And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, — --- Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Cath. Mistress, how mean you that? How likes Hortensio that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended! Kiss him for that, good widow! I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. But twenty times so much upon my wife. Pet. A match; 'tis done. [Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself. Re-enter BIONDELLO. How now! what news? Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word, That she is busy, and she cannot come. Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come ! Is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. Pet. O, ho! entreat her! Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Hor. I am afraid, sir, Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: Cath. A very mean meaning! Wid. Right, I mean you. Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting 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! [Drinks to Hortensio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again. 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, Catharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all, that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one, it maim'd you two outright. Bap.Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, for assurance, Let's each one send unto his wife; And he, whose wife is most obedient To come at first, when he doth send for her, Shall win the wager, which we will propose. Hor. Content!-what is the wager? Luc. Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, [Exit Biondello. Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter BIOndello. Now, where's my wife? Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; [Exit Grumio. Hor. She will not come. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Catharina! [Exit Catharina. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio! The wager thou hast won, and I will add Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns— Another dowry to another daughter; For she is chang'd as she had never been. Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; And show more sign of her obedience, Her new-built virtue and obedience. Re-enter CATHARINA, with BIANCA, and Widow. See, where she comes: and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. [Catharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass! Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong I am asham'd that women are so simple women, What duty they do owe their lords and husbands! Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her! Pet. I say, she shall; -and first begin with her! A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; My hand is ready, may it do him ease! Pet. Why, there's a wench!- Come on, and kiss me, Kate! Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't. Vin. "Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed! We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white! SCENE I.-Sicilia. An antechamber in Leontes' palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit, Bohemia on the like occasion, wherein my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation, which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence-in so rare -I know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insuffi- Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure, cience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction accuse us. Cam. You say a great deal too dear for what's given freely. The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him, Leon. Well said, Hermione! Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding in- Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: structs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. But let him say so then, and let him go; Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohe-But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, mia. They were trained together in their childhoods; We'll thwack him hence with distaff's.and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, Yet of your royal presence [ To Polixenes.] I'll adwhich cannot choose but branch now.Since their more I venture mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separa-The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, You put me off with limber vows: but I, a man. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse, why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to SCENE II.-The same. A room of state in the palace. Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher, Leon. Stay your thanks awhile I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Leon. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer stay. Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. As potent, as a lord's. Will you go yet? Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees, Pol. Your guest then, madam: Her. Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Pol. We were, fair queen, Two lads, that thought, there was no more behind, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o'the two? Her. By this we gather, Pol. O my most sacred lady, Temptations have since then been born to us; for Leon. We'll part the time between's then: and in that Your precious self had not then cross'd the eyes I'll no gain-saying. Pol. Press me not, 'beseech you, so! There is no tongue, that moves,uone, none i'the world, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Of my young play-fellow. Her. Grace to boot! "Her. Never? Leon. Never, but once. Pol. How, my lord? What cheer? how is't with you, best brother? Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't Her. You look, before? I pr'ythee, tell me! Cram us with praise, and make us Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Or I mistake you. O, would her name were Grace! Leon. Why, that was, when As if you held a brow of much distraction: Leon. No, in good earnest.- How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am yours for ever. Her. It is Grace, indeed. Leon. You will? why, happy man be's dole ! - My Are you so fond of your young prince, as we Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose twice, Pol. If at home, sir, [Giving her hand to Polixenes. Mam. Ay, my good lord. Leon. I'fecks? They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Mam. Yes, if you will, my lord. He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter: Offic'd with me. We two will walk, my lord, Next to thyself, and my young rover, he's Her. If you would seek us, We are yours i'the garden: shall's attend you there? found, [Exeunt Polixenes, Hermione, and Attendants. Go, play, boy, play!-thy mother plays, and I Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that Play too; but so disgrac'da part, whose issue I have, To be full like me: — yet, they say, we are Will hiss me to my grave; contempt and clamour Or I am much deceiv'd, cuckolds ere now; And fellow'st nothing: then 'tis very credent, Pol. What means Sicilia? Her. He something seems unsettled. Where 'tis predominant ; and 'tis powerful, think it, It will let in and out the enemy, With bag and baggage: many a thousand of us |