ses.

But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,

А ст IV.
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night?

SCENE I.- A hall in Petruchio's country house.
Pet. I mustaway to-day, before night come. —

Enter GRUMIO.
Make it no wonder! if you knew my business,

Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades ! on all mad masters!
You would entreat me rather go, than stay.

and all foul ways ! Was ever man so beaten? was ever And, honest company, I thank you all,

man so ray'd ? 'was ever man so weary? I am sent before That have beheld me give away myself

to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very Dine with my father,drink a health to me;

lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof For I must hence and farewell to you all.

of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. by a fire to thaw me. — But I, with blowing the fire, Pet. It may not be.

shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a Gre. Let me entreat you !

taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis ! Pet. It cannot be.

Enter Curtis.
Cath. Let me entreat you!

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
Pet. I am content.

Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st
Cath. Are you content to stay?

slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis ! But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio ? Cath. Now, if you love me, stay!

Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast
Pet. Grumio, my horses !

on no water!
Gru.Ay,sir, they be ready;the oats have eaten the hor- Curt. Is she so hot a shrew, as she's reported ?
Cath. Nay, then,

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.

for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, The door is open, sir, there lies your way,

and myself, fellow Curtis. You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green; Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. For me, I'll not be gone, till í please myself: - Gru. Am I but three inches ? why, thy horn is a foot ; 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,

and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand
Pet, 0, Kate, content thee; pr’ythee, be not angry ! (she being now at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy
Cath. I will be angry. What hast thou to do? cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes
Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. the world?
Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner! Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine;
I see, a woman may be made a fool,

and, therefore, fire; do thy duty, and have thy duty ! If she had not a spirit to resist.

for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. - Curi. There's fire ready; and therefore, good GruObey the bride, yon that attend on her;

mio, the news? Go to the feast, revel and domineer,

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,

thou wilt. Bemad and merry,-or go hang yourselves !

Curt. Come, you are so full of coneycatching:But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

Gru. Why therefore, fire! for I have caught extreme Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret! cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house I will be master of what is mine own:

trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house, men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and My household-stuff, my field, my barn,

every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;

fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and And here she stands, touch her whoever dare!

every thing in order ? I'll bring my action on the proudest he,

-Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news?
That stops my way in Padua.–Grumio,

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves ; mistress fallen out.
Rescue thy mistress, if thon be a man!

Curt. How?
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee,Kate; Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby
I'll buckler thee against a million.

hangs a tale.
[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Grumio. Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio!
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gru. Lend thine ear!
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laugh- Curt. Here.
ing.

Gru. There.

[Striking him.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Gru. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale : and
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. this cuff

was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listeGre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

ning. Now I begin : Imprimis, we came down a foul
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bri- hill, my master riding behind my mistress :
degroom wants

Curt. Both on one horse?
For to supply the places at the table,

Gru. What's that to thee?
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast.
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;

Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale. - But hadst thou not And let Bianca take her sister's room !

crossed me, thou should'st have heard, how her horse Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?

fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have Bap. şhe shall, Lucentio. - Come, gentlemen, let's heard, in how miry a place : how she was bemoiled; [Exeunt. how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat

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me, because her horse stumbled; how she waded Take that, and mend the placking off the other! Be that through the dirt, to pluck him off me; how he swore ;

(Strikes him. Now let) how she prayed – that never prayed before; how I Be merry, Kate !-Some water, here ; what, ho!

SCE! cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was Where's my spaniel 'Troilus? -Sirrah, get you hence, burst; how I lost my crupper ;-with many things of And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither!

Tra. Is worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and

[Exit Servant. Dith fan thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

One, Kate,that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. Where are my slippers ? --Shall I hare some water? Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all

(4 basin is presented to him. Band by shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily! this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Philip,

(Servant lets the ewer.

fall. Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? (Strikes him.

lac. N sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their Cath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. Bian. garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! theirleft legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my Come, Kate, sit down! I know you have a stomach. master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands! Are Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall 1?-they all ready? What is this? mutton?

hea Curt. They are.

1 Serv. Ay. Gurt, Call them forth !

Pet. Who brought it? Cur. Do you hear, ho! you must meet my master, to 1 Serv. I. countenance my mistress.

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

What dogs are these! - Where is the rascal cook? Curt. Who knows not that?

How darst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to And serve it thus to me, that love it not? conntenance her.

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all ! Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

[Throws the meat, etc. about the stage. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! Enter several Servants.

What do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio!

Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet! Phil. How now, Grumio ?

The meat was well, if you were so contented. Jos. What, Grumio!

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; Nich. Fellow Gramio!

And I expressly am forbid to touch it, Nath. How now, old lad?

For it engenders choler, planteth anger:
Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you ;-what, yon; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,-
fellow, you; - and thus much for greeting. Now, my Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, –
spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.

Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master? Be patient! To-morrow it shall be mended,
Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore And, for this night, we'll fast for company. -
be not, -Cock's passion, silence ! -I hear my master. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
Enter PETRUCKIO and CATHARINA.

(Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Curtis.

Tre Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door, Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Nath. [Advancing.]Peter, didst ever see the like? To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse?

Re-enter Cukris, Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?

Gru. Where is he?
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Curt. In her chamber,
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here sir!
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms !

Making a sermon of continency to her:

And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, What, no attendance? no regard ? no duty ?-

Knows not, which way to stand, to look, to speak, Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Gru. Here, sir; as, foolish as I was before.

(Exeunt. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malthorse Away, away! for he is coming hither.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO, drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Aud 'tis my hope to end successfully.
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty ;

T Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,

And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i’the heel ;

For then she never looks upon her lure. There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

Another way I have to man my haggard, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

To make her come, and know her keeper's call; There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory : Thatis,-to watch her, as we watch these kites, The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly ;

That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in ! (Exeunt some of the Servants. As with the meat, some unleserved fault

Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; Where is the life that late I led

(Sings. I'll find abort tine making of the bed, Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.

And here!. Il fling the pillow, there the bolster,
Soud, sond, sond, soud!

This way the coverlet, another way the sheets.
Re-enter Servants, with supper.

Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
Why, when I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate; be merry!- That all is done in reverend care of her ;
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains! When? And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:

[Sings. And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
It was the friar of ordersgrey,

And with the clamour keep her still awake.
As he forth walked on his way:

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;
Qut, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry. And thus l’li curb her mad and headstrong humonr.

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He, that knows better, how to tame a shrew, That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
Now let him speak : 'tis charity to show. (Exit. An ancient angel coming down the hill,
SCENE II. -- Padua. Before Baptista's house.

Will serve the turn.
Enter Tranjo and HORTENSIO.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?

I know not what; but formal in apparel.
I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.

In gait and countenance surely like a father.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teachiug! Tra. If he becredulous, and trust my tale,

[They stand aside. I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
Enter Blanca and LUCENTIO.

And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? As if he were the right Vincentio.
Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve me that! Take in your love, and then let me alone!
Luc. I read that I profess; the art to love.

{Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca, Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

Enter a Pedant.
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my Ped. God save you, sir!
heart.

[They retire. Tra, And

you,
sir
you

welcome.
Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?
You that durst swear, that your mistress Bianca Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:
Lov'd none in the world so well, as Lucentio.

But then up farther, and as far as Rome;
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Tra. What countryman, 1 pray?
Hor. Mistake no more! I am not Licio,

Ped. Of Mantua.
Nora musician, as I seem to be,

Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid !
Bat one that scorn to live in this disguise,

And come to Padua, careless of your life?
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

Pet. My life, sir ! how, I pray ? for that goes hard.
And makes a god of such a cullion:

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua,
Know, sir, that I am call'd - Hortensio.

To come to Padua. Know you not the carse?
Tra. Siguior Hortensio, I have often heard Your ships are staidat Veuice; and the duke
Of your entire allection to Bianca;

(For private quarrel'twixt your duke and him,)
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
I will with you, --if you be so contented,

'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. Hor. See, how they kiss and court!— Signior Lu- Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so; centio,

For I have bills for money by exchange
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow-

From Florence, and must here deliver them,
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
As one unworthy all the former favours,

This will I do, and this will I advise you. --
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Ne'er to marry with her, though she would entreat. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.
Fycon her! see, how beastly she doth court him! Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ?
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite for- Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him;
sworn!

A merchant of incomparable wealth.
For me, – that I may surely keep mine oath,

Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,

In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.
Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, Bion. As much,as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.

[-Aside. And so farewell, siguior Lncentio !

Tra. To save your life in this extremity,
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, This favour will I do you for his sake.
Shall win my love. — And so I take my leave,

And think it not the worst of all your fortanes,
In resolution, as I swore before.

That you are like to sir Vincentio.
(Exit Hortensio.-Lucentio and Bianca advance. His name and credit shall you undertake,
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace And in my house you shall be friendly lodg’d:-
As ʼlongeth to a lover's blessed case!

Look, that you take upon you as you shonld;
Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;

You understand me, sir;-so shall you stay,
And have forsworo you, with Hortensio.

Till you have done your business in the city.
Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both for-If this be courtesy, sir, accept ofit!
sworn me?

Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever
Tra. Mistress, we have.

The patron of my life and liberty.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. Then

go to inake the matter good! Tra. l’faith, he'll have alusty widow now,

This, by the way,

Ilet
you

understand :-
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

My father is here look'd for every day,
Bian, God give him joy!

To pass assurance of a dowerin marriage
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her!

'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here.
Bian. He says so, Tranio.

In all these circumstances I'll instruct you :
Tra. 'Faith, heis gone unto the taming-school. Go with me,sir, to clothe you as becomes you.(Exeunt.
Bian.The taming-school! what is there such a place?
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master,

SCFN E III.- droom in Petruchio's house.
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

Enter Catharina and GRUMTO.
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life.
Enter Biondello, running:

Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite ap-
Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long

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Cru. Ico Beggars, that come unto my father's door, Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,

Tai. The Upon entreaty, have a present alms;

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too,

Pet. Av,
But I, -who never knew, how to entreat,
And not till then.

Gru. Err Nornever needed that I should entreat, Hor. That will not be in haste.

Landed th:

[Aside. Am starv'd for meat, giddy forlack of sleep,

Cath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed. And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:

azer be a And that, which spites me more, than all these wants, Your Betters have endur'd me say my mind; He does it under name of perfect love; And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.

I there, the As who should say, - if I should sleep, or eat, My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;

Gru. Ian "Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. Orelse my heart, concealing it, will break: I pr’ythee go, and get me somerepast!

And, rather than it shall, I will be free I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?

Pet. Why, thou say'st true: it is a paltry cap, Cath. 'Tis passing good; I prythee let me have it! A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:

Gru. Yo Gru. I fear, it is too cholerica meat.

I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. How say you to a lat tripe, finely broild?

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Andit I will have, or I will have none.

renfort Gru, I cannot tell; Ifear, 'tis choleric.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay. -Come, tailor, let us see't!
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
Cath. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.

What's this ? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon :
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hut a little. What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tari?
Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Like to a censer in a barber's shop:-
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Why, what o’devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this ?
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Hor. Isce, she's like to have neither cap, zor gown.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.

(Aside. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,

[Beats him. According to the fashion, and the time. That feed'st me with the very name of meat.

Pet. Manry, and did; but if yon beremember'd, Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,

I did not bid you mar it to the time. That triumphthus upon my misery!

Go, hop me over every kennel home, Go, get thee gone, I say.

For you shall hop without my custom, sir : Enter PETRUCHO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO. I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting all amort? Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, Hor. Mistress, what cheer?

More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable;
Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me! Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.
Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:

of her. [Sets the dish on a table. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou thread I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.

thou thimble, What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, And all my pains is sorted to no proof:-

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winder cricket thou :-Here, take away this dish!

Brav'din mine own house with a skein of thread!
Cath. ’Pray you, let it stand!

Away, thon rag, thou quantity, thou rempant;
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. As thou shalt think on prating, whilst thou liv'st!
Cath. I thank you, sir.

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame: Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Come, mistress Kate, l'll bear you company.

Just as my master had direction:
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me!- Gramio gave order, how it should be done.

[Aside. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the staff. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!

Tai. But how did you desire it should be made? Kate, eat apace. — And now, my honey love,

Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread. Will we return unto thy father's house,

Tai. But did you not request to have it cut? And revel it as bravely, as the best,

Gru. Thou hast faced many things. With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Tai. I have.

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With rufis, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things, Gru.Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. thee, - I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did
What, hast thon din'd ? The tailor stays thy leisure, not bid him cut it to pieces: ergū, thou liest.
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Enter Tailor,

Pet. Read it!
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments !

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say, I said so.
Enler Haberdasher.

Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:
Lay forth the gown ! - What news with you, sir? Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew
Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did bespeak. me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bot-
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; tom of brown thread : I said a gown.
A velvet dish ;- fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy : Pet. Proceed!
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,

Tai. With a small compassed cape;
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.

Gru. I confess the cape.

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Now do your duty throughly, I advise you ;
Gru. I confess two sleeves.

Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio !
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.

Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Gru. Error i'the bill, sir ; error i’the bill! I com Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; manded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little Tra. Thou’rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink! finger be armed in a thimble.

Here comes Baptista : set your countenance, sir ! Tui. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place

Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. where, thou should'st know it.

Signior Baptista, you are happily met: Gru. I am for thec straight: take thou the bill, give Sir, (To the Pedant.] me thy mete-yard, and spare not me!

This is the gentleman I told you of;
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no I pray you, stand good father to menow,
odds.

Give me Bianca for my patrimony!
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Ped. Soft, son!-
Gru. You are i'the right, sir; 'tis for my mistress,

Sir, by your leave! Having come to Padua
Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use!. To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Gru. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
gown for thy master's use!

Of love between your daughter and himself:
Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? And, for the good report I hear of you;
Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper, than you think for: And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! And she to him, – to stay him not too long,
0, fye, fye, fye!

I am content, in a good father's care,
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid: - To have him match'd: and, - if you please to like

[ Aside. No worse than I, sir, – upon some agreement, Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more! Me shall you find most ready and most willing Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow.

With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
Take no unkindness of his hasty words:

For curious I cannot be with you,
Away, I say; commend me to thy master ![Exit Tailor. Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Bup. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say !
Even in these honest mean habiliments,

Your plainness, and your shortness please me well.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
For'tis the mind that makes the body rich;

Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, Or both dissemble deeply their affections: So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

And, therefore, if you say no more than this, What, is the jay more precious, than the lark, That like a father you will deal with him, Because his feathers are more beautiful ?

And

pass my daughter a sufficient dower, Or is the adder better, than the eel,

The match is fully made, and all is done: Because his painted skin contents the eye?

Your son shall have my daughter with consent. 0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best, For this poor furniture, and mean array.

We beaffied; and such assurance ta'en,
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me!

As shall with either part's agreement stand?
And therefore, frolic! we will hence forthwith, Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for you know,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house. –

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servauts.
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;

Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,

And, happily, we might be interrupted.
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. - Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir:
Let's

's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, There doth my father lie; and there, this night, And well we may come there by dinner time.

We'll pass the business privately and well.
Cath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; Send for your daughter by your servant here,
And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
Pet. It shall be seven, erel go to horse:

The worst is this, – that, at so slender warning,
Look, what I speak, ordo, or think to do,

You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
You are still crossing it. – Sirs, let't alone!

Bap. It likes me well: - Cambio, hie you home,
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight,
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

And, if you will, tell what hath happened :-
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

[Exeunt, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. Spray the gods she may,

with all

my

heart! SCENE IV. - Padua. Before Baptista's house. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone! Enter Tranto,and the Pedant dressed likeVincentio. Signior Baptista, shalll lead the way?

Tra. Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
Signior Baptista may remeniber me,

Bap. I follow you.
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where

[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. We were lodgers at the Pegasus.

Bion. Cambio,
Tra. 'Tis well;

Luc. What say'st thon, Biondello ?
And hold your own, in any case, with such

Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you ?
Austerity as ’longeth to a father.

Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, Ped. I warrant you: but, sir, here comes your boy; to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and 'Twere good, he were, school'd.

tokens.
Tra. Fear you not him! — Sirrah, Biondello, Luc. I pray thee, moralize them!