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A WITTIE AND PLEASANT COMEDIE Called The Taming of the Shrew .

As it was acted by his Maiesties Seruants at the Blacke Friers and the Globe .

Written by Will . Shakespeare .

printer's device: McKerrow 368 and 376, "framed device of a bird, probably a smew, with the word 'wick' in its bill" NON ALTVM PETO I.S.

LONDON , Printed by W.S. for Iohn Smethwicke , and are to be sold at his Shop in Saint Dunstones Church-yard vnder the Diall . 1631.

THE Taming of the Shrew .
Actus primus .
Scoena Prima . Enter Begger and Hostes , Christophero Sly . Begger .

I Le pheeze you infaith .

Host .

A paire of stockes you rogue .

Beg.

Y' are a baggage , the Slies are no Rogues . Looke in the Chronicles , wee came in with Richard Conqueror : therefore Paucas pallabris , let the world slide : Sessa .

Host .

You will not pay for the glasses you haue burst ?

Beg.

No , not a deniere : goe by Ieronimie , goe to thy cold b●●●●d warme thee .

Host .

I know my remedie , I must goe fetch the Head-borough .

Beg.

Third , or fourth , or fift Borough , I le answere him by Law . He not budge an inch boy : Let him come and kindly .

Falles asleepe . Winde hornes . Enter a Lord from hunting , with his traine . Lo. Huntsman I charge thee , tender well my hounds , Brach Meriman , the poore Curre is imbost . And couple Clowder with the deepe mouth'd brach , Saw'st thou not boy how Siluer made it good . At the hedge corner , in the coldest fault , I would not loose the dogge for twentie pound . Hunts . Why Belman is as good as he my Lord , He cried vpon it at the meerest losse , And twice to day pick'd out the dullest sent , Trust me , I take him for the dogge . Lord. Thou art a foole , if Eccho were as fleete , I would esteeme him worth a dozen such : But sup them well , and looke vnto them all . To morrow I intend to hunt againe . Hunts . I will my Lord . Lord. What 's heere . One dead , or drunke ? See doth he breath ? 2. Hun.

He breath 's my Lord . Were he not warm'd with Ale , this were a bed but cold to sleepe so soundly .

Lord. Oh mounstrous beast how like a swine he lyes . Gr●●me death how foule and loathsome is thine image : ●●●s , I will practise on this drunken man . What thinke you , if he were conuey'd to bed , Wrap'd in sweet cloathes : Rings put vpon his fingers : A most delicious banquet by his bed , And braue attendants neere him when he wakes , Would not the begger then forget himselfe ? 1. Hunts . Beleeue me Lord , I thinke hee cannot choose . 2. H. It would seeme strange vnto him when he wak'd , Lord. Euen as a flat'ring dreame , or worthles fancie . Then take him vp , and manage well the iest : Carrie him gently to my fairest Chamber , And hang it round with all my wanton pictures . Balme his foule head in warme distiled waters , And burne sweet Wood to make the lodging sweete : Procure me musicke readie when he wakes , To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound : And if he chance to speake be ready straight ( And with alow submissiue reuerence ) Say what is it your honor will command : Let one attend him with a siluer Bason Full of rose-water , And bestrew'd with flowers , Another beare the Ewer : the third a Diaper , And say wilt please your Lordship coole your hands . Some one be readie with a costly suite , And aske him what apparell he will weare : Another tell him of his Hounds and Horse , And that his Lady mournes at his disease , Perswade him that he hath bin Lunaticke , And when he sayes he is , say that he dreames , For he is nothing but a mightie Lord : This do , and doe it kindly , gentle sirs , It will be pastime passing excellent , If it be husbanded with modestie . 1. Hunts . My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part As he shall thinke by our true dilligence He is no lesse then what we say he is . Lord. Take him vp gently , and to bed with him , And each one to his office when he wakes . Sound Trumpets . Sirrah , go see what Trumpet 't is that sounds , Belike some Noble Gentleman that meanes ( Trauelling some iourney ) to repose him heere . Enter Seruingman . How now ? who is it ? Ser. An 't please your Honor , players That offer seruice to your Lordship . Enter players . Lord. Bid them come neere ; Now fellowes , you are welcome . Players . We thanke your Honor. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night ? 2. Player . So please your Lordshippe to accept our dutie . Lord. With all my heart . This fellow I remember , Since once he plaide a Farmers eldest sonne , T was where you woo'd the Gentlewoman so well : I haue forgot your name : but sure that part Was aptly fitted , and naturally perform'd , Sincklo . I thinke 't was Soto that your Honor meanes . Lord. 'T is verie true , thou didst it excellent : Well you are come to me in happie time , The rather for I haue some sport in hand , Wherein your cunning can assist me much . There is a Lord will heare you play to night ; But I am doubtfull of your modesties , Least ( ouer-eying of his odde behauiour , For yet his honor neuer heard a play ) You breake into some merrie passion , And so offend him : for I tell you sirs , If you should smile , he growes impatient . Play . Feare not my Lord we can containe our selues , Were he the veriest anticke in the world . Lord. Go sirra , Take them to the Butterie , And giue them friendly welcome euery one , Let them want nothing that my house affoords . Exit one with the Players . Sirra go you to Bartholmew my page , And see him drest in all suites like a Ladie : That done , conduct him to the drunkards chamber , And call him Madam , do him obeisance : Tell him from me ( as he will win my loue ) He bare himselfe with honorable action , Such as he hath obseru'd in noble Ladies Vnto their Lords , by them accomplished , Such dutie to the drunkard let him do : With soft lowe tongue , and lowly curtesie , And say : What is 't your Honor doth command , Wherein your Ladie , and your humble wife , May shew her dutie , and make knowne her loue . And then with kinde imbracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosome Bid him shed teares , as being ouer-ioyed To see her noble Lord restor'd to health , Who for this seuen yeares hath esteemed him No better then a poore and loathsome begger : And if the boy haue not a womans guift To raine a shower of commanded teares , An Onion will do well for such a shift , Which in a Napkin ( being close-conuei'd ) Shall in despight enforce a waterie eie : See this dispatch'd with all the hast thou canst , Anon I le giue thee more instructions . Exit a seruingman . I know the boy will wel vsurpe the grace , Voice , gate , and action of a Gentlewoman : I long to heare him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay themselues from laughter , When they do homage to this simple peasant , I le in to counsell them : haply my presence May well abate the ouer-merrie spleene , Which otherwise would grow into extreames . Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants , some with apparel , Bason and Ewer , & other appurtenances , & Lord . Beg.

For Gods sake a pot of small Ale .

1 Ser.

Wilt please your Lordship drinke a cup of sacke ?

2 Ser.

Wilt please your Honor taste of these Conserues ?

3. Ser.

What raiment will your honor weare to day .

Beg.

I am Christophero Sly , call not mee Honor nor Lordship : I ne're dranke sacke in my life : and if you giue me any Conserues , giue mee conserues of Beefe : nere ask me what raiment I le weare , for I haue no more doublets then Backes : no more stockings then legges : nor no more shooes then feet , nay somtime more feet then shooes , or such shooes as my toes looke through the ouer leather .

Lord. Heauen cease this idle humor in your Honor. Oh that a mightie man of such discent , Of such possessions , and so high esteeme Should be infused with so foule a spirit . Beg.

What would you make me mad ? Am not I Christopher Slie , old Slies sonne of Burton-heath by byrth a Pedler , by education a Cardmaker , by transmutation a Beare-heard , and now by present profession a Tinker . Aske Marrian Hacket the fat Alewife of Wincot , if shee know me not : if she say I am not xiiii . d. on the score for sheere Ale ; score mee vp for the lyingst knaue in Christendome . What I am not bestraught : here 's

3. Man .

Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne .

2 Mar.

Oh this is it that makes your seruants droop .

Lord. Hence comes it , that your kindred shuns your house As beaten hence by your strange Lunacie . Oh Noble Lord , bethinke thee of thy birth , Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment , And banish hence these abiect lowlie dreames : Looke how thy seruants do attend on thee , Each in his office readie at thy becke . Wilt thou haue musicke ? Harke Apollo playes , Musicke And twentie caged Nightingales do sing , Or wilt thou sleepe ? Wee 'l haue thee to a Couch , Softer and sweeter then the lustfull bed On purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis . Say thou wilt walke : we will bestrow the ground . Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trap'd , Their harnesse studded all with Gold and Pearle . Dost thou loue hawking ? Thou hast hawkes will soare Aboue the Morning Larke . Or wilt thou hunt , Thy bounds shall make the Welkin answer them And fetch shrill ecchoes from the hollow earth . 1 Man . Say thou wilt course , thy gray-hounds are as swift As breathed Stags : I fleeter then the Roe . 2 M. Dost thou loue pictures ? we wil fetch thee strait Adonis painted by a running brooke , And Citherea all in sedges hid , Which seeme to moue and wanton with her breath , Euen as the wauing sedges play with winde . Lord. Wee 'l shew thee Io , as she was a Maid , And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd , As liuelie painted , as the deede was done . 3 Man . Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood , Scratching her legs , that one shal sweare she bleeds , And at that sight shall sad Apollo weepe , So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne . Lord. Thou art a Lord and nothing but a Lord : Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull , Then any woman in this waining age . 1 Man . And til the teares that she hath shed for thee , Like enuious flouds ore-run her louely face , She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet she is inferiour to none . Beg. Am I a Lord and haue I such a Ladie ? Or do I dreame ? Or haue I dream'd till now ? I do not sleepe : I see , I heare , I speake : I smel sweet sauors , and I feele soft things : Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede , And not a Tinker , nor Christopher Slie . Well , bring our ladie hither to our sight , And once againe a pot o' th smallest Ale . 2. Man . Wilt please your mightinesse to wash your hands : Oh how we ioy to see your wit resto'd , Oh that once more you knew but what you are : These fifteene yeeres you haue bin in a dreame , Or when you wak'd , so wak'd as if you slept . Beg. These fifteene yeeres , by my say , a goodly nap , But did I neuer speake of all that time . 1 Man . Oh yes my Lord , but verie idle words For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber , Yet would you say , ye weare beaten out of doore , And raile vpon the Hostesse of the house , And say you would present her at the Leete , Because she brought stone-iugs , and no sea'ld quarts : Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket . Beg. I , the womans maid of the house . 3. Man Why sir you konw no house , nor no such maid Nor no such men as you haue reckon'd vp , As Stephen Slie , and old Iohn Naps of Greece , And Peter Turph , and Henry Pimpernell , And twentie more such names and men as these , Which neuer were , nor no man euer saw . Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends . All. Amen Enter Ladie with Attendants . Beg. I thanke thee , thou shalt not loose by it . Lady How fares my noble Lord ? Beg. Marrie I fare well , for heereis cheere enough . Where is my wife ? La. Heere noble Lord what is thy will with her Beg. Are you my wife and will not call mee husband ? My men should call mee Lord , I am your good-man . La.

My husband and my Lord , my Lord and husband I am your wife in all obedi nce .

Beg. I know it well , what must I call her ? Lord. Madam . Beg. Alce Madam , or Ione Madam ? Lord. Madam , and nothing else , so Lords call Ladies Beg. Madame wife , they say that I haue dream'd , And slept aboue some fifteene yeare or more . Lady . I , and the time seeme's thirty vnto me , Being all this time abandon'd from your bed . Beg. 'T is much , seruants leaue me and her alone : Madam vndresse you , and come now to bed . La. Thrice noble Lord , Let me intreate of you To pardon me yet for a night or two ; Or if not so , vntill the Sun be set . For your Physitions haue expressely charg'd , In perill to incurre you former malady , That I should yet absent me from your bed : I hope this reason stands for my excuse . Beg.

I , It stands so that I may hardly tarry so long :

But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe : I will therefore tarrie in despight of the flesh and the blood .

Enter a Messenger . Mess. Your Honors Players hearing your amendment , Are come to play a pleasant Comedie , For so your Doctors hold it verie meete , Seeing too much sadnesse hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholly is the Nurse of frenzie , Therefore they thought it good you heare a play , And frame your minde to mirth and merriment , Which barres a thousand harmes , and lengthens life . Beg.

Marrie I will let them play , it is not a Commontie , a Christmas gambold , or a tumbling tricke ?

Lady . No my good Lord , it is more pleasing stuffe . Beg. What houshold stuffe . Lady . It is a kind of history . Beg. Well , we 'l see 't : Com Madam wife sit by my side , And let the world slip , wee shall nere be yonger . Flourish . Enter Lucentio , and his man Triano . Luc. Tranio , since for the great desire I had To see faire Padua , nurserie of Arts , I , am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie , The pleasant garden of great Italy , And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'd With his good will , and thy good companie . My trustie seruant well approu'd in all , Heere let vs breath , and haply institute A course of Learning , and ingenious studies . Pisa renowned for graue Citizens Gaue me my being , and my father first A Merchant of great Trafficke through the world : Vincentio's come of the Bentiuolij , Vicentio's sonne , brought vp in Florence , It shall become to serue all hopes conceiu'd To decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes : And therefore Tranio , for the time I studie , Vertue and that part of Philosophie Will I applie , that treates of happinesse , By verue specially to be atchieu'd . Tell me thy minde , for I haue Pisa left , And am to Padua come , as he that leaues A shallow plash , to plunge him in the deepe , And with sacietie seekes to quench his thirst . Tra. Me Pardinato , gentle maister mine : I am in all affected as your selfe , Glad that you thus continue your resolue , To sucke the sweets of sweete Philosophie . Onely ( good master ) while we do admire This vertue and this morall discipline , Let 's be no Stoickes , nor no stockes I pray , Or so deuote to Aristotles checkes As Ouid ; be an out-cast quite abiur'd : Balke Logicke with acquaintaince that you haue , And practise Rhetoricke in your common talke , Musicke and poesie vse , to quicken you , The Mathematickes and the Metaphysickes Fall to them as you finde your stomacke serues you : No profit growes where is no pleasure tane : In briefe sir , studie what you most affect . Luc. Gramercies Tranio , well dost thou aduise , If Biondello thou wert come ashore , We could at once put vs in readinesse , And take a Lodging fit to entertaine Such friendes ( as time ) in Padua shall beget . But stay a while , what companie is this ? Tra. Master some shew to welcome vs to Towne . Enter Baptista with and his two daughters , Katerina Bianca , Gremio a Pantelowne , Hortentio sister to Bianca . Lucen Tranio , standby . Bap. Gentlemen importune me no farther , For how I firmly am resolu'd you know : That is not to bestow my yongest daughter , Before I haue a husband for the elder : If either of you both loue Katherina , Because I know you well , and loue you well , Leaue shall you haue to court her at your pleasure . Gre. To cart her rather . She 's to rough for mee , There , there Hortensio , will you any Wife ? Kate. I pray you sir , is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates maid , how meane you that ? No mates for you , Vnlesse you were of Gentler milder mould . Kate. I faith sir , you shall neuer neede to feare , I-wis it is not halfe way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care should be , To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd stoole , And paint your face , and vse you like a foole . Hor. From all such diuels , good Lord deliuer vs . Gre. And me too , good Lord . Tra. Husht master , here s some good pastime toward ; That wench is starke mad or wonderfull froward . Lucen . But in the others silence do I see , Maids milde behauiour and sobrietie . Peace Tranio . Tra. Well said Mr , mum , and gaze your fill . Bap. Gentlemen , that I may soone make good . What I haue said Bianca get you in , And let it not displease thee good Bianca , For I will loue thee nere the lesse my girle . Kate

A pretty peate , it is best put finger in the eye , and she knew why .

Bian. Sister content you in my discontent . Sir ●o your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My bookes and instruments shall be my companie , On them to looke , and practise by my selfe . Luc. Harke Tranio , thou maist heare Minerua speak . Hor. Signior Baptista , will you be so strange , Sorrie am I that our good will effects Bianca's greefe . Gre. Why will you mew her vp ( Signior Baptista ) for this fiend of hell , And make her beare the pennance of her tongue . Bap. Gentlemen content ye : I am resolud : Go in Bianca . And for I know she taketh most delight In Musicke , Instruments , and Poetry , Schoolemasters will I keepe within my house , Fit to instruct her youth . If you Hortensio , Or signior Gremio you know any such , Preferre them hither : for to cunning men , I will be very kind and liberall , To mine owne children , in good bringing vp , And so farewell : Katherina you may stay , For I haue more to commune with Bianca . Exit . Kate. Why and I trust I may go too , may I not ? What shall I be appointed houres , as though ( Belike ) I knew not what to take , And what to leaue ? Ha. Exit Gre.

You may go to the diuels dam : your gifts are so good heere 's none will holde you : There loue is not so great Hortensio , but we may blow our nailes together , and fast it fairely out . Our cakes dough on both sides . Farewell : yet for the loue I beare my sweete Bianca , if I can by any meanes light on a fitt man to teach her that wherein shee delights , I will wish him to her father .

Hor.

So will I signiour Gremio : but a word I pray : Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd Parle , know now vpon aduice , it toucheth vs both : that we may yet againe haue accesse to to our faire Mistris , and be happie riuals in Bianca's loue , to labour and effect one thing specially .

Gre.

What 's that I pray ?

Hor.

Marrie sir to get a husband for her Sister .

Gre.

A husband : a diuell .

Hor.

I say a husband .

Gre.

I say , a diuell : Think'st thou Horensio , though her father be verie rich , any man is so verie a foole to be married to hell ?

Hor.

Tush Gremio : though it passe your patience & mine to endure her lowd alarums , why man there be good fellowes in the world , and a man could light on them , would take her with all faults , and mony enough .

Gre.

I cannot tell : but I had as lief take her dowrie with this condition ; To be whipt at the high crosse euerie morning .

Hor.

Faith ( as you say ) there 's small choice in rotten apples : but come , since this bar in law makes vs friends , it shall be so farr forth friendly maintain'd , till by helping Baptistas eldest daughter to a husband , wee set his yongest free for a husband , and then haue too t'afresh ; Sweete Bianca , happy man be his dole : he that runnes fastest , gets the Ring : How say you signior Gremio ?

Grem .

I am agreed , and would I had giuen him the best horse in Padua to begin his woing that would thoroughly woe her , wed her , and bed her , and ridde the house of her . Come on .

Exeunt ambo . Manet Tranio and Lucentio . Tra. I pray sir tel me , is it possible That loue should of a sodaine take such hold . Luc. Oh Tranio till I found it to be true , I neuer thought it possible or likely . But see , while idely I stood looking on , I found the effect of loue in idlenesse , And now in plainesse do confesse to thee That art to mee as secret and as deere As Anna to the Queene of Carthage was : Tranio I burne , I pine , I perish Tranio , If I atchueieue not this yong modest gyrle : Counsail me Tranio , for I know thou canst : Assist me Tranio , for I know thou wilt . Tra. Master it is no time to chide you now , Affection is not rated from the heart : If loue haue touch'd you , naught remaines but so , Redime te captam quam queas minimo . Luc. Gramercies Lad : Go forward , this contents , The rest will comfort , for thy counsels sound . Tra. Master , you look'd so longly on the maide , Perhaps you mark'd not what 's the pith of all . Luc. Oh yes , I saw sweete beautie in her face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond . Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not how her sister Began to scold , and raise vp such a storme , That mortal eares might hardly indure the din. Luc. Tranio , I saw her corrall lips to moue , And with her breath she did perfume the ayre , Sacred and sweete was all I saw in her . Tra. Nay , then 't is time to stirre him from his trance : I pray you awake sir : if you loue the Maide , bend thoughts and wits to atchieue her . Thus it stands : Her elder sister is so curst and shrew'd , That till the Father rid his hands of her , Master , your loue must liue a maide at home , And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp , Because she will not be annoy'd with suiters . Luc. Ah Tranio , what a cruell Fathers he : But art thou not aduis'd , he tooke some care To get her cuning Schoolemasters to instruct her . Tra. I marrie am I sir , and now 't is plotted . Luc. I haue it Tranio . Tra. Master , for my hand , Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one , Luc. Tell me thine first . Tra. You will be schoole-master , And vndertake the teaching of the maid : That 's your deuice . Luc. It is : May it be done ? Tra. Not possible : for who shall beare your part , And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne , Keepe house and ply his booke , welcome his friends , Visit his Countriemen , and banquet them ? Luc. Basta , content thee : for I haue it full . We haue not yet bin seene in any house , Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces , For man or master : then it followes thus ; Thou shalt be master , Tranio in my sted : Keepe house , and port , and seruants as I should , I will some other be , some Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or meaner man of Pisa . 'T is hatch'd , and shall be soe : Tranio at once Vncase thee : take my Conlord hat and cloake , When Biondello comes , he waites on thee , But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue . Tra. So had you neede : In breefe Sir , sith it your pleasure is , And I am tied to be obedient , For so your father charg'd me at our parting ; Be seruiceable to my sonne ( quoth he ) Although I thinke 't was in another sence , I am content to be Lucentio , Because so well I loue Lucentio . Luc. Tranio be so , because Lucentio loues , And let me be a slaue , t' atchieue that maide , Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Heere comes the rogue . Sirra , where haue you bin ? Bion.

Where haue I beene ? Nay how now , where are you ?

Master ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your clothes , or you stolne his or both ? Pray what 's the newes ?

Luc. Sirra come hither , 't is no time to iest , And therefore frame your manners to the time Your fellow Tranio heere to saue my life , Puts my apparell , and my countenance on , And I for my escape haue put on his : For in a quarrell since I came ashore , I kil'd a man , and feare I was descried : Waite you on him , I charge you , as becomes : While I make way from hence to saue my life : You vnderstand me ? Bion. I sir ne're a whit . Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth , Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bien . The better for him , would I were so too . Tra.

So could I 'faith boy , to haue the next wish after , that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daughter . But sirra not for my sake , but your masters , I aduise you vse your manners discreetly in all kinde of companies : When I am alone , why then I am Tranio : but in all places else , you master Lucentio .

Luc. Tranio let 's go : One thing more rests , that thy selfe execute , To make one among these wooers : if thou aske mee why , Sufficeth : my reasons are both good and waighty . Exeunt . The Presenters aboue speakes . 1. Man . My Lord you nod , you do not minde the play . Beg.

Yes by Saint Anne do I , a good matter surely : Comes there any more of it ?

Lady . My Lord , 't is but begun . Beg.

'T is a verie excellent peece of worke , Madame Ladie : would 't were done . They sit and marke .

Enter Petrucio , and his man Grumio . Petr. Verona , for a while I take my leaue , To see my friends in Padua ; but of all My best beloued and approued friend Hortensio : and I trow this is his house : Heere sirra Grumio , knocke I say , Gru.

Knocke sir ? whome should I knocke ? Is there any man ha's rebsu'd your worship ?

Petr. Villaine I say , knocke me heere soundly . Gru.

Knocke you heere sir ? Why sir , what am I sir , that I should knocke you heere sir .

Petr. Villaine I say , knocke me at this gate , And rap me well , or I le knocke your knaues pate . Gru. My Mr is growne quarrelsome : I should knocke you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Petr. Will it not be ? Faith Sirrah , and you 'l not knocke I le ring it , I le trie how you can Sol , Fa , and sing it . He rings him by the eares Gru. Helpe mistris helpe , my master is mad . Petr. Now knocke when I bid you : sirrrah villaine . Enter Hortensio Hor.

How now , what 's the matter ? my old friend Grumio , and my good friend Petruchio ? How do you all at Verona ?

Petr. Signior Hortensio come you to part the fray ? Contutti le core bene trobatto , may I say . Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto multo honorata signior meo Petruchio . Rise Grumio rise , we will compound this quarrell . Gru.

Nay 't is no matter sir , what he leges in Latine . If this be not a lawfull cause for me to leaue his seuice , looke you sir : He bid me knocke him , and & rap him soundly sir , Well , was it fit for a seruant to vse his master so , being perhaps ( for ought I see ) two and thirty , a peepe out ? Whome would to God I had well knockt at first then had not Grumio come by the worst .

Petr. A sencelesse villaine : good Hortensio , I bad the rascall knocke vpon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Gru.

Knocke at the gate ? Oh heauens : spake you not these words plaine ? Sirra , Knocke me heere : rappe me heere : knock me well , and knocke me soundly ? And come you now with knocking at the gate ?

Pet. Sirra begon , or talke not I aduise you . Hor. Petruchio patience , I am Grumio's pledge : Why this a heauie chance twixt him and you , Your ancient trustie pleasant seruant Grumio : And tell me now ( sweete friend ) what happie gale Blowes you to Padua heere , from old Verona ? Petr. Such winde as scatters yong men through the world , To seeke their fortunes farther then at home , Where small experience growes but in a few . Signior Hortensio , thus it stands with me , Antonio my father is deceast , And I haue thrust my selfe into this maze , Happily to wiue and thriue , as best I may : Crownes in my purse I haue , and goods at home , And so am come abroad to see the world . Hor. Petruchio , shall I then come roundly to thee , And wish thee to a shrew'd ill-fauor'd wife ? Thou 'dst thanke me but a little for my counsell : And yet I le promise thee she shall be rich , And verie rich : but th' art too much my friend , And I le not wish thee to her . Petr. Hortensio , 'twixt such friends as wee , Few words suffice : and therefore , if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife : ▪ As wealth is burthen of my woing dance ) Be she as foule as was Florentius Loue , As old as Sibell and as curst and shrow'd As Socrates Zentippe , or a worse : She moues me not , or not remoues at least Affections edge in me . Were she as rough As are the swelling Adriaticke seas . I come to wiue it wealthily in Padua : If wealthily , then happily in Padua . Grue .

Nay looke you sir , he tels you flatly what his minde is : Why giue him gold enough , and marrie him to a Puppet or an Aglet babie , or an old trot with ne're a tooth in her head , though she haue as many diseases as two and fiftie horses . Why nothing comes amisse , so monie comes withall .

Hor. Petruchio , since we are stept thus farr in , I will continue that I broach'd in iest , I can Petruchio helpe thee to a wife With wealth enough , and yong and beautious , Brought vp as best becomes a Gentlewoman . Her only fault and that is faults enough , Is , that she is intollerable curst , And shrow'd and froward , so beyond all measure , That were my state farre worser then it is , I would not wed her for a mine of Gold . Petr. Hortensio peace : thou knowst not golds effect , Tell mee her fathers name , and 't is enough : For I will boord her , though she chide as loud As thunder , when the clouds in Autumne cracke . Hor. Her father Baptista Minola , An affable and courteous Gentleman , Her name is Katherina Minola , Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue . Petr. I know her father , though I know not her , And he knew my deceased father well : I will not sleepe Hortensio til I see her , And therefore let me be thus bold with you , To giue you ouer at this first encounter , Vnlesse you will accompanie mee thither . Gru.

I pray you Sir let him go while the humor lasts . A my word , and she knew him as well as I do , she would thinke scolding would do little good vpon him . Shee may perhaps call him halfe a score Knaues , or so : Why that 's nothing ; and he begins once , hee 'le raile in his rope trickes , I le tell you what sir , and she stand him but a litle , he will throw a figure in her face , and so disfigure hir with it , that she shall haue no more eies to see withall then a Cat : you know him not sir .

Hor. Tarrie Petruchio I must go with thee , For in Baptistas keepe my treasure is : He hath the Iewel of my life in hold , His yongest daughter , beautifull Bianca , And her with-holds from me . Other more Suters to her , and riuals in my Loue : Supposing it a thing impossible , For those defects I haue before rehearst , That euer Katherina wil be woo'd Therfore this order hath Baptista tane , That none shall haue accesse vnto Bianca , Til Katherine the Curst , haue got a husband . Gru. Katherine the curst , A title for a maide , of all titles the worst . Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace , And offer me disguis'd in sober robes , To old Baptista as a schoole-master Well seene in musicke , to instruct Bianca , That so I may by this deuice at least Haue leaue and leisure to make loue to her , And vnsuspected court her by her selfe . Enter Gremio and Lucentio disguisd . Gru.

Heere 's no knauerie . See , to beguile the olde folkes , how the young folkes lay their heads together . Master , master , looke about you : Who goes there ?

Hor. Peace Grumio , it is the riuall of my Loue . Petruchio stand by a while . Grumio . A propper stripling , and an amorous . Gremio . Oh very well , I haue perus'd the note : Hearke you sir , I le haue them verie fairely bound , All bookes of Loue , see that at any hand , And see you reade no other Lectures to her : You vnderstand me . Ouer and beside Signior Baptistas liberalitie , I le mend it with a Largesse . Take your paper too , And let me haue them verie well perfum'd ; For she is sweeter then Perfume it selfe To whom they go to : what will you reade to her . Luc. What ere I reade to her , I le pleade for you , As for my patron , stand you so assur'd , As firmely as your selfe were still in place , Yea and perhaps with more successefull words Then you ; vnlesse you were a scholler sir , Gre. Oh this learning , what a thing it is , Gru. Oh this Woodcocke , what an Asse it is . Petru. Peace sirra . Hor. Grumio mum : God saue you signior Gremio . Gre. And you are wel met , Signior Hortensio . Trow you whither I am going ? To Baptista Minola , I promist to enquire carefully Aboute a schoolemaster for the faire Bianca , And by good fortune I haue lighted well On this yong man : For learning and behauiour Fit for her turne , well read in Poetrie And other bookes , good ones , I warrant yee . Hor. 'T is well : and I haue met a Gentleman Hath promist me to helpe one to another , A fine Musitian to instruct our mistris , So shall I no whit be behind in dutie To faire Bianca , so beloued of me . Gre. Beloued of me , and that my deeds shall proue . Gru. And that his bags shall proue . Hor. Gremio , 't is now no time to vent our loue , Listen to me , and if you speake me faire , I le tell you newes indifferent good for either . Heere is a Gentleman whom by chance I met Vpon agreement from vs to his liking , Will vndertake to woo curst Katherine , Yea and to marrie her , if her dowrie please . Gre. So said , so done , is well : Hortensio , haue you told him all her faults ? Petr. I know she is an irkesome brawling scold : If that be all Masters , I heare no harme . Gre. No , sayst me so , friend ? what Countreyman ? Petr. Borne in Verona , old Butonios sonne : My father dead , my fortune liues for me , And I do hope good dayes and long , to see . Gre. Oh sir , such a life with such a wife , were strange : But if you haue stomacke , too 't a Gods name , You shall haue me assisting you in all . But will you woo this wild-cat ? Petr. Will I liue ? Gru. Wil he woo her ? I : or I le hang her . Petr. Why came I hither , but to that intent ? Thinke you , a litle dinne can daunt mine cares ? Haue I not in my time heard Lyons rore ? Haue I not heard the sea , puft vp with windes , Rage like an angry Boare , chafed with sweat ? Haue I not heard great Ordnance in the field ? And heauens Artillerie thunder in the Skies ? Haue I not in a pitched battell heard Loud larums , neighing steeds , and trumpets clangue ? And do you tell me of a womans tongue ? That giues not halfe so great a blow to heare , As wil a Chesse-nut in a Farmers fire . Tush , tush , feare boyes with bugs . Gru. For he feares none . Grem , Hortensio hearke : This Gentleman is happily arriu'd , My minde presumes for his owne good , and yours . Hor. I promist we would be Contributors , And beare his charge of wooing what soere . Gremio . And so we will , prouided that he win her . Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner . Enter Tranio braue , and Biondello . Tra. Gentlemen God saue you . If I may be bold Tell me I beseech you which is the readiest way To the house of Signior Baptista Minola ? Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters : is t he you meane ? Tra. Euen he Biondello . Gre. Hearke you sir , you meane not her to — Tra. Perhaps him and her sir , what haue you to do ? Petr. Not her that chides sir , at any hand I pray . Tanio . I loue no chiders sir : Biondello , let 's away . Luc. Well begun Tranio . Hor. Sir a word ere you go : Are you a sutor to the Maid you talke of , yea or no ? Tra. And I be sir , is it any offence ? Gremio . No : If without more words you will get you hence . Tra.

Why sir , I Pray you are not the streets as free for me , as for you ?

Gre. But so is not she . Tra. For what reason I beseech you . Gre. For this reason if you 'l kno . That she 's the choice loue of Signior Gremio . Hor That she is the chosen of Signior Hortensio , Tra. Softly my Masters : If you be Gentlemen Do me this right : heare me patience , Baptista is a noble Gentleman , To whom my Father is not all vnknowne , And were his daughter fairer then she is , She may more sutors haue , and me for one , Faire Laedaes daughter had a thousand wooers , Then well one more may faire Bianca haue ; And so she shall : Lucentio shall make one , Though Paris came , in hope to speede alone . Gre. What , this Gentleman will out-talke vs all . Luc. Giue him head , I know hee 'l proue a Iade . Petr. Hortensio , to what end are all these words ? Hor. Sir , let me be so bold as aske you , Did you yet euer see Baptistas daughter ? Tra. No sir , but heare I do that he hath two : The one , as famous for a scolding tongue , As is the other , for beautious modestie . Pet. Sir , sir , the first 's for me , let her go by Gre. Yea leaue that labour to great Hercules , And let it be more then Alcides twelue . Petr. Sir vnderstand you this of me ( insooth ) The yongest daughter whom you hearken for , Her father keepes from all accesse of sutors And will not promise her to any man , Vntill the elder sister first be wed . The yonger then is free , and not before . Tranio . If it be so sir , that you are the man Must steed vs all , and me amongst the rest : And if you breake the ice , and do this seeke , Atchieue the elder , set the yonger free , For our accesse , whose hap shall be to haue her , Wil not so gracelesse be , to be ingrate . Hor. Sir you say wel , and well you do conceiue , And since you do professe to be a sutor , You must as we do , gratifie this Gentleman , To whom we all rest generally beholding . Tranio . Sir , I shall not be slacke , in signe whereof , Please ye we may contriue this afternoone , And quaffe carouses to our Mistresse health , And do as aduersaries do in law , Striue mightily , but eate and drinke as friends . Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion : fellowes le' ts be gon . Hor. The motions good indeed , and be it so , Petruchio , I shall be your Been venuto . Exeunt . Enter Katherina and Bianca . Bian , Good sister wrong me not , nor wrong your selfe , To make a bondmaide and a slaue of mee , That I disdaine : but for these other goods , Vnbind my hands , I le pull them off my selfe , Yea all my rayment to my petticoate , Or what you will commaund me , will I do , So well I know my dutie to my elders . Kate. Of all thy sutors heere I charge tell Whom thou lou'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bianca . Beleeue me sister , of all the men aliue , I neuer yet beheld that speciall face , Which I could fancie , more then any other . Kate. Minion thou lyest : It 's not Hortensio ? Bian. If thou affect him sister , heere I sweare I le plead for you my selfe , but you shall haue him . Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more . You will haue Gremio to keepe you faire . Bian. Is it for him you do enuie me so ? Nay then you iest , and now I well perceiue You haue but iested with me all this while : I pre thee sister Kate vnite my hands . Ka. If that be iest , then all the rest was so . Strikes her Enter Baptista . Bap. Why how now Dame , whence growes this insolence ? Bianca , stand aside , poore Gyrle she weepes : Go ply the needle , meddle not with her . For shame thou hilding of a diuellish spirit , Why dost thou wrong her , that did nere wrong thee ? When did shee crosse thee with a bitter word ? Kate. Her silence flouts me , and I le be reueng'd . Flies after Bianca . Bap. What in my sight ? Bianca get thee in . Exit . Kate. What will you not suffer me : Nay now I see She is your treasure , she must haue a husband , I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day , And for your loue to her , lead Apes in hell . Talke not to me , I will go sit and weepe , Till I can finde occasion of reuenge . Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I ? But who comes heere . Enter Gremio , Lucentio , in the habit of a meane man , Petruchio with Tranio , with his boy bearing a Lute and bookes . Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista . Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio : God saue you Gentlemen . Petr.

And you good sir : pray haue you not a daughter cal'd Katerina , and vertuous .

Bap. I haue a daughter sir , cal'd Katerina . Gre. You are to blunt , go to it orderly . Petr. You wrong me signior Gremio , giue me leaue ? I am a Gentleman of Verona sir , That hearing of her beautie , and her wit , Her affabilitie and bashfull modestie : Her wondrous qualities and mild behauiour , Am bold to shew my selfe a forward guest Within your house , to make mine eie the witnesse Of that report , Which I so oft haue heard , And for an entrance to my entertainment , I do present you with a man of mine Cunning in musicke , and the Mathematickes , To instruct her fully in those sciences , Whereof I know she is not ignorant , Accept of him , or else you do me wrong , His name is Litio , borne in Mantua . Bap. Y' are welcome sir , and he for your good sake But for my daughter Katerine , this I know , She is not for your turne the more my greife . Pet. I see you doe not meane to part with her , Or else you like not of my companie . Bap. Mistake me not , I speake but as I finde , Whence are you sir ? What may I call your name . Pet. Petruchio is my name Antonio's sonne A man well knowne throughout all Italy . Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for his sake . Gre.

Sauing your tale Petruchio , I pray let vs that are poore petitioners speake too ? Bacare , you are meruaylous forward .

Pet. Oh , pardon me signior Gremio , I would faine be doing . Gre. I doubt it not sir . But you will curse Your wooing neighbors : this is a guift Very gratefull , I am sure of it , to expresse The like kindnesse my selfe , that haue beene More kindely beholding to you then any Freely giue vnto this yong scholler , that hath Beene long studying at Rhemes , as cunning In Greeke , Latine , and other Languages , As the other in musicke and Mathematickes : His name is Cambio : pray you accept his seruice . Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio : Welcome good Cambio . But gentle sir , Me thinkes you walke like a stranger , May I be so bold , to know the cause of your comming ? Tra. Pardon me sir , the boldnesse is mine owne , That being a stranger in this Cittie heere , Do make my selfe a sutor to your daughter , Vnto Bianca , faire and vertuous : Nor is your firme resolue , vnknowne to mee , In the preferment of the eldest sister . This Libertie is all that I request , That vpon knowledge of my parentage , I may haue welcome 'mongst the rest that woo , And free accesse and fauour as the rest . And toward the education of your daughters : I heere bestow a simple instrument , And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes : If you accept them , then their worth is great : Bap. Lucentio is your name of whence I pray . Tra. Of Pisa sir , sonne to Vincentio . Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report , I know him well : you are verie welcome sir : Take you the Lute , and you the set of bookes , You shall go see your pupils presently . Holla , within . Enter a Seruant . Sirrah , lead these Gentlemen To my daughters , and tell them both These are their Tutors , bid them vse them well , We will go walke a litle in the Orchard , And then to dinner : you are passing welcome , And so I pray you all to thinke yourselues . Pet. Signior Baptista , my businesse asketh haste , And euery day I cannot come to woo , You knew my father well , and in him me , Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods , Which I haue bettered rather then decreast . Then tell me , If I get your daughters loue , What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife . Bap. After my death , the one halfe of my Lands , And in possession twentie thousand Crownes . Pet: And for that dowrie , I le assure her of Her widdow-hood , be it that she suruiue me In all my Lands and Leases whatsoeuer , Let specialties be therefore drawne betweene vs , That couenants may be kept on either hand . Bap. I , when the speciall thing is well obtain'd , That is her loue : for that is all in all . Pet. Why that is nothing : for I tell you father , I am as peremptorie as she proud minded : And where two raging fires meere together , They do consume the thing that feedes their furie . Though litle fire growes great with litle winde , Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all : So I to her , and so she yeelds to me , For I am rough , and woo not like a babe . Bap. Well maist thou woo , and happie be thy speed ; But be thou arm'd for some vnhappie words . Pet. I to the proofe , as Mountaines are for windes , That shakes not , though they blow perpetually Enter Hortensio with his head broke . Bap. How now my friend why dost thou looke so pale ? Hor. For feare I promise you , if I looke pale . Bap. What will my daughter proue a good Musitian ? Hor. I thinke she 'l proue a souldier , Iron may hold with her , but neuer Lutes . Bap. Why then thou canst not breake her to the Lute ? Hor. Why no for she hath broke the Lute to me : I did but tell her she mistooke her frets , And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering , When ( with a moist impatient diuellish spirit ) Frets call you these ? ( quoth she ( I le fume with them : And with that word she stroke me on the head , And through the instrument my pate made way , And there I stood amazed for a while , As on a Pillorie , looking through the Lute , While she did call me Rascall , Fidler , And twangling Iacke , with twentie such vilde tearmes , As had she studied to misuse me so . Pet. Now by the world , it is a lustie Wench , I loue her ten times more then ere I did , Oh how I long to haue some chat with her . Bap. Well go with me , and be not so discomfited . Proceed in Practise with my yonger daughter , She 's apt to learne , and thankefull for good turnes : Signior Petruchio , will you go with vs , Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you . Exit . Manet Petruchio . Pet. I pray you do . I le attend her heere , And woo her with some spirit when she comes , Say that she raile , why then I le tell her plaine , She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale : Say that she frowne , I le say she lookes as cleare As Morning Roses newly washt with dew : Say she be mute , and will not speake a word , Then I le commend her volubility , And say she vttereth piercing eloquence : If she do bid me packe , I le giue her thankes , As though she bid me stay by her a weeke : If she denie to wed , I le craue the day When I shall aske the banes , and when be married . But heere she comes , and now Petruchio speake . Enter Katerina . Good morrow Kate , for that s your name I heare . Kate. Well haue you heard , but some thing hard of hearing : They call me Katerine , that do talke of me . Pet. You lye in faith , for you are call'd plaine Kate , And bony Kate , and somtimes Kate the curst : But Kate , the prettiest Kate in Christendome , Kate of Kate-hall , my super-daintie Kate , For dainties are all Kates , and therefore Kate Take this of me , Kate of my consolation , Hearing thy mildnesse prais'd in euery Towne , Thy vertues spoke of , and thy beautie sounded , Yet not so deepely as to thee belongs , My selfe am mou'd to woo thee for my wife . Kate. Mou'd in good time , let him that mou'd you hither Remoue you hence : I Knew you at the first You were a moueable . Pet. Why , what 's a moueable ? Kat. A ioyn'd stoole . Pet. Thou hast hit it : come sit on me . Kate. Asses are made to beare , and so are you , Pet. Women are made to beare , and so are you Kate. No such Iade as you , if me you meane Pet. Alas good Kate , I will not burden thee , For knowing thee to be but yong and light . Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch , And yet as heauie as my waight should be . Pet. Shold be , should : buzze . Kate. Well tane , and like a buzzard . Pet. Oh slow-wing'd Turtle shall a buzzard take thee ? Kate. I for a Turtle as he takes a buzzard . Pet. Come , come you waspe , y'saith you are too angrie . Kate. If I be waspish , best beware my sting . Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out . Kate. I , If the foole could finde it where it lies . Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does weare his sting ? In his taile . Kate. In his tongue ? Pet. Whose tongue . Kate. Yours if you talke of tailes , and so farewell . Pet. What with my tongue in your taile . Nay , come againe , good Kate , I am a Gentleman , Kate. That I le trie . she strikes him Pet. I sweare I le cuffe you , if you strike againe . Kate. So may you loose your armes . If you strike me , you are no Gentleman , And if no Gentleman , why then no armes . Pet. A Herald Kate ? Oh put me in thy bookes . Kate. What is your Crest , a Coxcombe ? Pet. A combelesse Cocke , so Kate will be my Hen. Kate. No Cocke of mine you crow too like a crauen . Pet. Nay come Kate come : you must not looke so sowre . Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab. Pet. Why heere 's no crab , and therefore looke not sowre . Kate. There is , there is . Pet. Then shew it mee . Kate. Had I a glasse , I would . Pet. What , you meane my face . Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one . Pet. Now by S. George I am too yong for you . Kate. Yet you are wither'd . Pet. 'T is with cares . Kate. I care not . Pet. Nay heare you Kate. In sooth you scape not so . Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie . Let me go . Pet. No , not a whit , I find you passing gentle : 'T was told me you were rough , and coy , and sullen , And now I finde report a very lyar : For thou art pleasant , gamesome , passing courteous , But slow in speech : yet sweete as spring-time flowers . Thou canst not frowne , thou canst not looke a sconce , Nor bite the lip , as angrie wenches will , Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke : But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers , With gentle conference , soft , and affable . Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe ? Oh sland'rous world : Kate like the hazle twig Is straight , and slender , and as browne in hue As hazle nuts , and sweeter then the kernels : Oh let me see thee walke , thou dost not halt . Kate. Go foole , and whom thou keep'st command . Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue As Kate this chamber with her princely gate : Oh be thou Dian , and let her be Kate , And then let Kate be chast , and Dian sportfull . Kate. Where did you studie all this goodly speech ? Pet. It is extempore , from my mother wit . Kate. A wittie mother , witlesse else her sonne . Pet. Am I not wise ? Kate. Yes , keepe you warme . Pet. Marry so I meane sweete Katherine in thy bed : And therefore setting all this chat aside , Thus in plaine termes : your father hath consented That you shall be my wife ; your dowrie greed on , And will you , nill you , I will marry you . Now Kate , I am a husband for your turne , For by this light , whereby I see thy beauty , Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well , Thou must be married to no man but me , Enter Baptista , Gremio , Tranio . For I am he am borne to tame you Kaue , And bring you from a wilde Kate to a Kate Conformable as other houshold Kates : Heere comes your father , neuer make deniall , I must , and will haue Katherine to my wife . Bap. Now Signior Petruchio , how speed you with my daughter ? Pet. How but well sir ? how but well ? It were impossible I should speed amisse . Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine , in your dumps ? Kat. Call you me daughter ? now I promise you You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard , To wish me wed to one halfe Lunaticke , A mad cap ruffian and a swearing Iacke , That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out . Pet. Father 't is thus , your selfe and all the world That talk'd of her , haue talk'd amisse of her : If she be curst , it is for policie , For shee 's not froward , but modest as the Doue Shee is not hot but temperate as the morne , For patience , she will proue a second Grissell , And Roman Lucrece for her chastitie : And to conclude , we haue greed so well together , That vpon sonday is the wedding day , Kate. I le see thee hang'd on sonday first , Gre. Hark Petruchio , she sayes shee 'll see thee hang'd first Tra. Is this your speeding ? nay then godnight our part . Pet. Be patient Gentlemen , I choose her for my selfe , If she and I be pleas'd , what 's that to you ? 'T is bargain'd twixt vs twaine being alone , That she shall still be curst in companie . I tell you 't is incredible to belieue How much she loues me : oh the kindest Kate , Shee hung about my necke , and kisse on kisse Shee vi'd so fast , protesting oath on oath , That in a twinke she won me to her loue . Oh you are nouices , 't is a world to see How came when men and women are alone , A meacocke wretch can make the curstest shrew : Giue me thy hand Kate , I will vnto Venice To buy apparell 'gainst the wedding day ; Prouide the feast father , and bid the guests , I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine . Bap. I know not what to say , but giue me your hands , God send you ioy Petruchio , 't is a match . Gre. Tra. Amen say we , we will be witnesses . Pet. Father and wife , and Gentlemen adieu , I will to Venice , sonday comes apace , We will haue rings , and things and fine arrayr And kisse me Kate , we will be married a sonday . Exit Petruchio and Katherine . Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly ? Bap. Faith Gentlemen now I play a merchants part , And venture madly on a desperate Mart. Tra. I was a commodity lay fretting by you , 'T will bring you gaine , or perish on the seas . Bap. The game I seeke , is quiet me the match . Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch , But now Baptista , to your yonger daughter , Now is the day we long haue looked for , I am your neighbour , and was sutor first . Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more Then words can witnesse , or your thoughts can guesse . Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I. Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze . Gre. But thine doth frie , Skipper stand backe , 't is age that nourisheth . Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that flourisheth . Bap. Content you Gentlemen , I will compound this strife 'T is deeds must win the prize , and he of both That can assure my daughter greatest dower , Shall haue my Biancas loue . Say signior Gremio , what can you assure her ? Gre. First , as you know , my house within the City Is richly furnished with plate and gold , Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands : My hangings all of tirian tapestrie : In Iuory coffers I haue stuft my Crownes : In Cipres chests my arras counterpoints , Costly apparell , tents , and Canopies , Fine linnen , Turky cushions bost with pearle , Vallens of Venice gold , in needle worke : Pewter and brasse , and all things that belongs To house or house-keeping : then at my farme I haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale , Sixe-score fat Oxen standing in my stalls , And all things answerable to this portion . My selfe am strooke in yeeres I must confesse , And if I die to morrow this is hers If whil'st I liue she will be only mine . Tra. That only came welll in : sir , list to me , I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne , If I may haue your daughter to my wife , I le leaue her houses three or foure as good Within rich Pisa walls , as any one Old Signior Gremio has in Padua , Besides two thousand , Duckets by the yeere Of fruitfull Land , all which shall be her ioynter . What , haue I pincht you Signior Gremio ? Gre. Two thousand Duckets by the yeere of land , My Land amounts not to so much in all : That she shall haue , besides an Argosie That now is lying in Marcellus roade : What , haue I choakt you with an Argosie Tra. Gremio , 't is knowne my father hath no lesse Then three great Argosies , besides two Galliasses And twelue tite Gallies , these I will assure her , And twice as much what ere thou offrest next . Gre. Nay , I haue offred all , I haue no more , And she can haue no more then all I haue , If you like me she shall haue me and mine . Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world By your firme promise , Gremio is out-uied . Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best , And let your father make her the assurance , She is your owne , else you must pardon me : If you should die before him where 's her dower ? Tra. That 's but a cauill : hee is olde , I yong . Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old ? Bap. Well Gentlemen , I am thus resolu'd , On sonday next , you know , My daughter Katherine is to be married : Now on the sonday following shall Bianca Be Bride to you , if you make this assurance : If not to Signior Gremio : And so I take my leaue , and thanke you both . Exit , Gre. Adieu good neighbour : now I feare thee not : Sirra , yong gamester , your father were a foole To giue thee all , and in his waining age Set foot vnder thy table : tut , a toy , An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my boy . Exit . Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide , Yet I haue fac'd it with a card often : 'T is in my head to doe my master good : I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father , call'd suppos'd Vincentio , And that 's a wonders : fathers commonly Doe get their children : but in this case of woing , A childe shall get a sire , if I faile not of my cunning . Exit .
Actus Tertia . Enter Lucentio , Hortentio , and Bianca . Luc. Fidler forbeare you grow too forward Sir , Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment Her sister Katherine welcom'd you withall . Hort. But wrangling pedant this is The patronesse of heauenly harmony : Then giue me leaue to haue Prerogatiue , And when in musicke we haue spent an houre Your Lecture shall haue leisure for as much . Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre , To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd : Was it not to refresh the mind of man After his studies , or his vsuall paine ? Then giue me leaue to read Philosophy And while I pause , serue in your harmony . Hor. Sirra , I will beare these braues of thine . Bianc . Why Gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To striue for that which resteth in my choice : I am no breeching scholler in the schooles , I le not be tied to houres nor pointed times , But learne my Lessons as I please my selfe , And to cut off all strife heere sit we downe , Take you the instrument play you the whiles , His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd , Hort. You 'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune ? Luc. That will be neuer , tune your instrument , Bian. Where left we last ? Luc.

Heere Madam : Hic Ibat Simois , hic est sigeria telus , hic steterat Priami regia Celsa senis .

Bian. Conster them . Luc.

Hic Ibat , as I told you before ▪ Simois , I am Lucentio , hic est , sonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa , Sigeria tellus , disguised thus to get your loue , 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 old Pantalowne .

Hort. Madam my instrument's in tune . Bian. Let 's heare , oh fie the treble iarres . Luc. Spit in the hole man , and tune againe . Bian.

Now let mee see if I can conster it . hic ibat simois , I know you not , hic est sigeria tellus , I trust you not , hic staterat Priami take heede he heare vs not , regia presume not , Celsa senis dispaire not .

Hort. Madam 't is now in tune . Luc. All but the base . Hort. The base is right , 't is the base knaue that iarres . Luc. How fierie and forward our pedant is , Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue , Pedascule , I le watch you better yet : In time I may belieue yet I mistrust . Bian. Mistrust it not , for sure Aeacides . Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather . Hort. I must beleeue my master , else I promise you , I should be arguing still vpon that doubt , But let it rest , now Litto to you : Good master take it not vnkindly pray That I haue beene thus pleasant with you both . Hort. You may go walke , and giue me leaue a while , My Lessons make no musicke in three parts . Luc. Are you so formall sir , well I must waite And watch withall , for but I be deceiu'd , Our fine Musition groweth amorous . Hor. Madam , before you touch the instrument , To learne the order of my fingering , I must begin with rudiments of Art , To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort , More pleasant , pithy and effectuall , Then hath beene taught by any of my trade , And there it is in writing fairely drawne . Bian. Why , I am past my gamouth long agoe . Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio . Bian. Gamouth I am the ground of all accord : A re , to plead Hortensio's passion : Bee me , Bianca take him for thy Lord C fa ut , that loues with all affection : D sol re , one Cliffe , two notes haue I , E la mi , show pitty or I die . Call you this gamouth ? tut I like it not , Old fashions please me best , I am not so nice To charge true rules for old inuentions . Enter a Messenger . Nicke . Mistresse your father prayes you leaue your bookes , And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp , You know to morrow is the wedding day . Bian. Farewell sweete masters both , I must be gon . Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay . Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant , Me thinkes he lookes as though he was in loue : Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble To cast thy wandring eies on euery stale : Seize thee that List , if once I finde thee ranging , Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing . Exit . Enter Baptista , Gremio , Tranio , Katherine , Bianca , and others , attendants . Bap. Signior Lucentio , this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio should be married , And yet we heare not of our sonne in Law : What will be said , what mockery will it be ? To want the Bride-groome when the Priest attends To speake the ceremoniall rites of marriage ? What saies Lucentio to this shame of ours ? Kate. No shame but mine : I must forsooth be forst To giue my hand oppos'd against my heart Vnto a mad-braine rudes by full of spleene , Who woo'd in haste , and meanes to wed at leisure I told you I , he was a franticke foole , Hiding his bitter iests in blunt behauiour , And to be noted for a merry man ; Hee 'll wooe a thousand , point the day of marriage , Make friends , inuite , and proclaime the banes , Yet neuer meanes to wed where he hath woo'd : Now must the world point at poore Katherine , And say , loe , there is mad Petruchio's wife If it would please him come and marrie her . Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too , Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well , What euer fortune stayes him from his word , Though he be blunt , I knew him passing wise , Though he be merry , yet withall he 's honest . Kate. Would Katherine had neuer seen though . Exit weeping . Bap. Go girle , I cannot blame thee now to weepe , For such an iniurie would vexe a verie Saint , Much more a shrew of impatient humour . Enter Biondello . Bion. Master , master , newes , and such newes as you neuer heard of , Bap. Is it new and old too ? how may that be ? Bion. Why , is it not newes to heare of Petruchio's comming ? Bap. Is he come ? Bion. Why no sir ? Bap. What then ? Bion. He is comming . Bap. When will he be heere ? Bion. When he stands where I am , and sees you there . Tra. But say , what to thine olde newes ? Bion

Why Petruchio is comming , in a new hat and an olde ierkin , a paire of old breeches thrice turn'd ; a paire of bootes that haue beene candle-cases , one buckled , another lac'd : an old rusty sword tane out of the Towne Armory , with a broken hilt , and chapelesse : with two broken points : his horse hip'd with an olde mothy saddle , and stirrops of no kindred : besides possest with the glanders , and like to mose in the chine , troubled with the Lampasse , infected with the fashions , full of Windegalls , sped with Spauins , raied with the Yellowes , past cure of the Fiues , starke spoyl'd with the Staggers , begnawne with the Bots , Waid in the backe , and shoulder-shotten , neere leg'd before , and with a halfe-chekt Bitte , and a headstall of sheepes leather , which being restrained to keepe him from stumbling , hath been often burst , and now repaired with knots : one girth sixe times peec'd , and a womans Crupper of velure which hath two letters for her name , fairely set down in studs , and heere and there peec'd with packthreed .

Bap.

Who comes with him ?

Bion.

Oh sir , his Lackey , for all the world Caparison'd like the horse : with a linnen stock on one leg and a kersey boot-hose on the other , gartred with a red and blew list ; an old hat , and the humor of fourty fancies prickt in 't for a teacher : a monster , a very monster in apparell , and not like a Christian foot-boy , or a Gentlemans Lacky .

Tra.

'T is some old humor pricks him to this fashion , yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd .

Bap.

I am glad he 's come , howsoere he comes .

Bion.

Why sir , he comes not .

Bap.

Didst thou not say he comes ?

Bion.

Who , that Petruchio came ?

Bap.

I , that Petruchio came .

Bion.

No sir , I say his horse comes with him on his backe .

Bap.

Why that 's all one .

Bihn .

Nay by S. Iamy , I hold you a penny , a horse and a man is more then one , and yet not many .

Enter Petruchio and Grumio . Pet. Come where be these gallants ? who 's at home ? Bap. You are welcome sir . Petr. And yet I come not well . Bap. And yet you halt not . Tra. Not so well apparel'd as I wish you were . Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus : But where is Kate ? where is is my louely bride ? How does my father ? gentles me thinkes you frowne , And wherefore gaze this goodly company , As if they saw some wondrous monument , Some Commet , or vnusuall prodigie ? Bap. Why sir , you know this is your wedding day First were we sad , fearing you would not come , Now sadder that you come so vnprouided : Fie , doff this habit , shame to your estate , An eye-sore to our solemne festiuall . Tra. And tell vs what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife , And sent you hither so vnlike your selfe ? Petr. Tedious it were to tell , and harsh to heare , Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word , Though in some part inforced to digresse , Which at more leisure I will so excuse , As you shall well be satisfied withall . But where is Kate ? I stay too long from her , The morning weares , 't is time we were at Church . Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent robes , Goe to my chamber , put on clothes of mine . Pet. Not , I belieue me , thus I le visit her . Bap. But thus I trust you will not marrie her . Pet. Good sooth euen thus : therefore ha done with words , To me she 's married not vnto my clothes : Could I repaire what she will weare in me , As I can change these poore accoutrements , 'T were well for Kate , and better for my selfe . But what a foole am I to chat with you , When I should bid good morrow to my Bride ? And seale the title with a louely kisse . Exit Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire , We will perswade him be it possible , To put on better ere he go to Church . Bap. I le after him , and see the euent of this . Exit . Tra. But sir , Loue concerneth vs to adde Her fathers liking , which to bring to passe As before imparted to your worship , I am to get a man what ere he be , It skills not much , wee le fit him to our turne , And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa , And make assurance heere in Padua Of greater summes then I haue promised , So shall you quietly enioy your hope . And marrie sweete Bianca with consent . Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly : T were good me-thinkes to steale our marriage , Which once perform'd , let all the world say no , I le keepe mine owne despite of all the world . Tra. That by degrees wee meane to looke into , And watch our vantage in this businesse , Wee 'l ouer-reach the graybeard Gremio , The narrow prying father Minola , The quaint Musitian , amorous Litio , All for my masters sake Lucentio . Enter Gremio . Signior Gremio , came you from the Church ? Gre. As willingly as ere I came from schoole . Tra. And is the Bride and Bridegroom comming home ? Gre. A Bridegroome say you ? 't is a groome indeed , A grumling groome , and that the girle shall finde . Tra. Curster then she , why 't is impossible . Gre , Why he 's a deuill , a deuill , a very fiend . Tra. Why she 's a deuill , a deuill , the deuills damme . Gre. Tut , she 's a Lambe , a Doue , a foole to him : I le tell you sir Lucentio ; when the Priest Should aske if Katherine should be his wife I , by goggs woones quoth he , and swore so loud , That allamaz'd , the Priest let fall the booke , And as he stoop'd againe to take it vp , This mad-brain'd Bridegroome tooke him such a cuffe , That down fell Priest and booke , and booke and Priest , Now take them vp quoth he if any list . Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe ? Gre.

Trembled and shooke for why he stamp'd and swore , as if the Vicar ment to cozen him : but after many ceremonies done , he calls for wine , a health quoth he as if he had been aboord carowsing to his mates after a storme , quaft off the Muscadell , and threw the sops all in the Sextons face : hauing no other reason but that his beard grew thinne and hungerly : and seem'd to aske him sops as he was drinking This done , he tooke the Bride about the neck and kist her lips with such a clamorous smacke , that at the parting all the Church did eccho : and I seeing this , came thence for very shame and after mee I know the rout is comming , such a mad marriage neuer was before : harke harke I heare the minstrels , play .

Musicke playes . Enter Petruchio , Kate , Bianca , Hortensio , Baptista . Petr Gentlemen and friends I thanke you for your pains , I know you thinke to dine with mee to day , And haue prepar'd great store of wedding cheere , But so it is , my haste doth call mee hence , And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue . Bap. Is' t possible you will away to night ? Pet. I must away to day before night come , Make it no wonder : If you knew my businesse , You would intreate me rather goe then stay : And honest company , I thanke you all , That haue beheld me giue away my selfe To this most patient , sweete , and vertuous wife , Dine with my father , drinke a health to mee , For I must hence , and farewell to you all . Tra. Let vs intreate you stay till after dinner . Pet. It may not be . Gra. Let me intreate you . Pet. It cannot be . Kate. Let me intreate you . Pet. I am content . Kat. Are you content to stay ? Pet. I am content you shall intreate me stay , But yet not stay , entreate me how you can . Kat. Now if you loue me stay , Pet. Grumio , my horse , Gru. I sir they be ready , the Oates haue eaten the horses . Kate. Nay then , Doe what thou canst , I will not goe to day , No nor to morrow , not till I please my selfe , The dore is open sir , there lies your way , You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene : For mee , I le not be gone till I please my selfe , 'T is like you 'll proue a iolly surly groome , That take it on you at the first so roundly . Pet. O Kate content thee prethee be not angrie , Kate. I will be angry , what hast thou to doe ? Father , be quiet , he shall stay my leisure . Gre. I marrie sir , now it begins to worke . Kate. Gentlemen , forward to the Bridall dinner , I see a woman may be maide a foole If she had not a spirit to resist , Pet. They shall go forward Kate at thy command , Obey the Bride you that attend on her , Goe to the feast , reuell and domineere , Carowse full measure to her maiden-head , Be madde and merry , or goe hang yourselues : But for my bonny Kate , she must with me : Nay , looke not big , nor stampe , nor stare , nor fret , I will be master of what is mine owne , Shee is my good , my chattels , she is my house , My houshold-stuffe , my field my barne , My horse , my oxe , my asse , my any thing , And heere shee stands , touch her who euer dare , I le bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua : Grumio Draw forth thy weapon , wee are beset with theeues , Rescue thy mistresse if thou be a man : Feare not sweete wench , they shall not touch thee Kate , I le Buckler thee against a Million . Exeunt . P. Ka. . Bap. Nay , let them goe , a couple of quiet ones . Gre. Went they not quickly , I should die with laughing . Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like . Luc. Mistresse , what 's your opinion of your sister ? Bian. That being mad her selfe , she 's madly mated . Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated . Bap. Neighbours and friends , though Bride and Bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table , You know there wants no iunckets at the feast : Lucentio you shall supply the Bridegroomes place , And let Bianca take her sisters roome . Tra. Shall sweete Bianca practise how to bride it ? Bap. She shall Lucentio : come Gentlemen let 's goe . Enter Grumio . Exeunt . Gru.

Fie fie on all tired Iades , on all mad Masters , and all foule waies : was euer man so beaten ? was euer man so raied ? was euer man so weary ? I am sent before to make a fire , and they are comming after to warme them : now were not I a litle pot , and soone hot ; my very lippes might freeze to my teeth , my tongue to the roofe of my mouth , my heart in my belly , ere I should come by a fire to thaw mee , but I with blowing the fire shall warme my selfe : for considering the weather , a taller man then I will take cold : Holla , hoa Curtis .

Enter Curtis . Curt. Who is that calls so coldly ? Gru.

A peece of Ice : if thou doubt it , thou maist slide from my shoulder to my heele , with no greater a run but my head and my necke . A fire good Curtis .

Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio ? Gru. Oh I Burtis I , and therefore fire , fire , cast on no water . Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she 's reported : Gru.

She was good Curtis before this frost : but thou know'st winter tames man , woman , and beast : for it hath tam'd my olde master , and my new mistris , and my selfe fellow Curtis .

Cur. Away you three inch foole , I am no beast . Gru.

Am I but three inches ? Why thy horne is a foot and so long am I at the least . But wilt thou make a fire or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris , whose hand ( she being now at hand ) thou shalt soone feele , to thy cold comfort , for being slow in thy hot office .

Cur. I prethee good Grumio , tell me , how goes the world ? Gru.

A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine , and therefore fire : doe thy dutie , and haue thy dutie , for my Master and mistris are allmost frozen to death .

Cur. There 's fire readie , and therefore good Grumio the newes . Gru. Why Iacke boy , ho boy , and as much newes as thou wilt . Cur. Come , you are so full of conicatching . Gru.

Why therefore fire , for I haue caught extreme cold . Where 's the Cooke , is supper readie , the house trim'd , rushes strew'd , cobwebs swept , the seruingmen in their new fustion , the white stockings , and euery officer his wedding garment on ? Be the Iackes faire within , ●he Gils faire without , the Carpets laide , and euery thing in order ?

Cur. All ready : and therefore I pray thee newes . Gru.

First know my horse is tired , my master and mistris falne out .

Cur. How ? Gru.

Out of their saddles into the durt , and thereby hangs a tale .

Cur. Let 's ha't good Grumio . Gru. Lend thine eare . Cur. Heere . Gru. There . Cur. This 't is to feele a tale , not to heare a tale . Gru.

And therefore 't is cal'd a sensible tale : and this Cufte was but to knocke at your eare , and beseech listning : now I begin Inprimis we came downe a foule hill , my Master riding behinde my Mistris .

Cur. Both of one horse ? Gru. What 's that to thee ? Cur. Why a horse . Gru.

Tell thou the tale : but hadst thou not crost me , thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fell , and she vnder her horse : thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a place , how she was bemoil'd , how he left her with the horse vpon her , how he beate me because her horse stumbled , how she waded through the durt to plucke him off me : how he swore , how she prai'd , that neuer prai'd before : how I cried , how the horses ranne away , how her bridle was burst : how I lost my crupper , with many thinges of worthy memorie , which now shall die in obliuion , and thou returne vnexperienc'd to the graue .

Cur. By this reckning he more shrew than she . Gru.

I , and that thou and the proudest of you all shall finde when he comes home . But what talke I of this ? Call forth Nathaniell , Ioseph , Nicholas , Phillip , Walter , Sugersop and the rest : let their heads bee slickely comb'd , their blew coats brush'd , and their garters of an indifferent knit , let them curtsie with their left legges , and not presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse-taile till they kisse their hands . Are they all readie ?

Cur. They are . Gru. Call them forth . Cur.

Doe you heare ho ? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris .

Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne . Cur. Who knowes not that ? Gru.

Thou it seemes , that calls for company to countenance her .

Cur. I call them forth to credit her . Enter foure or fiue seruingmen . Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them . Nat. Welcome home Grumio . Phil. How now Grumio . Ios. What Grumio . Nick. Fellow Grumio . Nat. 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 readie , and all things neate ?

Nat. All things is readie , how neere is our master ? Gre. E'ne at hand , alighted by this : and therefore be not — Cockes passion , silence , I heere my master . Enter Petruchio and Kate. Pet. Where be these knaues ? what no man at doore To hold my stirrop , nor to take my horse ? Where is Nathaniell , Gregory , Phillip . All ser. Heere , heere sir , heere sir . Pet. Heere sir , heere sir , heere sir , heere sir . You logger-headed and vnpollisht groomes : What ? no attendants ? no regard ? no dutie ? Where is the foolish knaue I sent before ? Gru. Heere sir , as foolish as I was before . Pet. You pezant , swaine , you horson malt-horse drudg Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke , And bring along these rascall knaues with thee ? Grumio . Nathaniels coat sir was not fully made , And Gabriels pumpes , were all vnpinkt i' th heele : There was no Linke to colour Peters hat , And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing : There were none fine , but Adam , Rafe , and Gregorie , The rest were ragged , old , and beggerly , Yet as they are , heere are they come to meete you . Pet. Go rascals , go , and fetch my supper in . Ex. Ser. Where is the life that late I led ? Where are those ? Sit downe Kate , And welcome . Soud , soud , soud , soud . Enter seruants with supper . Why when I say ? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie . Off with my boots , you rogues : you villaines , when ? It was the Friar of Orders gray , As he forth walked on his way . Out you rogue , you plucke my foot awrie , Take that , and mend the plucking of the other Be merrie Kate : Some water heere : what hoa . Enter one with water . Where 's my Spaniel Troilus ? Sirra , get you hence , And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither : One Kate that you must kisse , and be acquainted with . Where are my Slippers ? shall I haue some water ? Come Kate and wash , and welcome heartily : You horson villaine , will you let it fall ? Kate. Patience I pray you , 't was a fault vnwilling . Pet. A horson beetle-headed flap-ear'd knaue : Come Kate sit downe , I know you haue a stomack , Will you giue thankes , sweete Kate , or else shall I ? What 's this , Mutton ? 1. Ser. I. Pet. Who brought it ? Peter . I. Pet. 'T is burnt , and so is all the meat What dogges are these ? Where is the rascall Cooke ? How durst you villaines bring it from the dresser And serue it thus to me that loue it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups , and all : You heedlesse iolt-heads and vnmanner'd slaues . What , do you grumble ? I le be with you straight . Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet , The meat was well , if you were so contented . Pet. I tell thee Kate , 't was burnt and dried away , And I expressesly am forbid to touch it : For it engenders choller , planteth anger , And better 't were that both of vs did fast , Since of our selues , our selues are chollericke , Then feede it with such ouer-rosted flesh : Be patient , to morrow 't shall be mended , And for this night we 'l fast for companie . Come I will bring thee to thy Bridall chamber . Exeunt Enter Seruants seuerally . Nat. Peter didst euer see the like . Peter . He kills her in her owne humor . Grumio . Where is he ? Enter Curtis a Seruant . Cur.

In her chamber , making a sermon of continencie to her , and railes , and sweares , and rates , that she ( poore soule ) knowes not which way to stand , to looke , to speake , and sits as one new risen from a dreame . Away , away , for he is comming hither .

Enter Petruchio . Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne , And 't is my hope to end successefully : My Faulcon now is sharpe , and passing emptie , And till shee stoope , she must not be full gorg'd , For then she neuer lookes vpon her lure , Another way I haue to man my Haggard , To make her come , and know her keepers call : That is , to watch her , as we watch these Kites , That baite , and beate , and will not be obedient : She eate no meate to day , nor none shall eate . Last night she slept not , nor to night she shall not : As with the meat , some vndeserued fault I le finde about the making of the bed , And heere I le fling the pillow , there the boulster , This way the Couerlet , another way the sheetes : I , and amid this hurly I intend , That all is done in reuerend care of her , And in conclusion , she shall watch all night , And if she chance to nod , I le raile and brawle , And with the clamour keepe her still awake : This is a way to kill a Wife with kindnesse , And thus I le curbe her mad and headstrong humor : He that knowes better how to tame a shrew , Now let him speake , 't is charitie to shew . Exit . Enter Tranio and Hortensio : Tra. Is' t possible friend Lisio , that Mistris Bianca Doth fancie any other but Lucentio , I tell you sir , she beares me faire in hand , Luc. Sir , to satisfie you in what I haue said , Stand by , and marke the manner of his teaching . Enter Bianca . Hor. Now Mistris profit you in what you read ? Bian. What Master reade you first , resolue me that ? Hor. I read , that I professe the Art to loue . Bian. And may you proue sir Master of your Art . Luc. While you sweete deere proue Mistresse of my heart . Hor. Quicke proceeders marry , now tell me I pray , You that durst sweare that your mistris Bianca Lou'd me in the world so well as Lucentio . Tra. Oh despightfull Loue , vnconstant womankind , I tell thee Lisio this is wonderfull . Hor. Mistake no more , I am not Lisio , Nor a Musitian as I seeme to bee , But one that scorne to liue in this disguise , For such a one as leaues a Gentleman , And makes a God of such a Cullion ; Know sir , that I am call'd Hortensio . Tra. Signior Hortensio , I haue often heard Of your intire affection to Bianca , And since mine eyes are witnesse of her lightnesse , I will with you , if you be so contented , Forsweare Bianca , and her loue for euer . Hor. See how they kisse and court : Signior , Lucentio , Heere is my hand , and heere I firmly vow Neuer to woo her more , but do forsweare her As one vnworthy all the former fauors That I haue fondly flatter'd them withall . Tra. And heere I take the like vnfained oath , Neuer to marrie with her , though she would intreate , Fie on her , see how beastly she doth court him . Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forsworne For me , that I may surely keepe mine oath . I will be married to a wealthy Widdow , Ere three dayes passe , which hath as long lou'd me , As I haue lou'd this proud disdainfull Haggard , And so farewell signior Lucentio , Kindnesse in women , not their beauteous lookes Shall win my loue , and so I take my leaue , In resolution , as I swore before . Tra. Mistris Bianca , blesse you with such grace , As longeth to a Louers blessed case : Nay I haue tane you napping gentle Loue , And haue forsworne you with Hortensio . Bian. Tranio you iest , but haue you both forsworne me ? Tra. Mistris we haue . Luc. Then we are rid of Lisio . Tra. I'faith hee 'l haue a lustie Widdow now , That shall be woo'd , and wedded in a day . Bian. God giue him ioy . Tra. I , and hee 'l tame her . Bianca . He sayes so Tranio Tra. Faith he is gon vnto the taming schoole . Bian. The taming schoole : what is there such a place ? Tra. I mistris , and Petruchio is the master , That teacheth trickes eleuen and twentie long , To tame a shrew , and charme her chattering tongue . Enter Biondello . Bion. Oh Master master I haue watcht so long , That I am dogge wearie , but at last I spied An antient Angell comming downe the hill , Will serue the turne Tra. What is he Biondello ? Bion. Master a Marcantant , or a pedant , I know not what , but formall in apparell , In gate and countenance surely like a Father . Luc. And what of him Tranio ? Tra. If he be credulous , and trust my tale , I le make him glad to seeme Vincentio , And giue assurance to Baptista Minola , As if he were the right Vincentio . Par. Take me your loue , and then let me alone . Enter a Pedant . Ped. God saue you sir . Tra. And you sir , you are welcome , Trauaile you farre on or are you at the farthest ? Ped: Sir at the farthest for a weeke or two , But then vp farther , and as farre as Rome , And so to Tripolie , if God lend me life , Tra. What Countreyman I pray ? Ped. Of Mantua . Tra. Of Mantua Sir , marrie God forbid , And come to Padua carelesse of your life . Ped. My life sir ? how I pray ? for that goes hard . Tra. 'T is death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua , know you not the cause ? Your ships are staid at Venice , and the Duke For priuate quarrell 'twixt your Duke and him , Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly : 'T is maruaile , but that you are but newly come , You might haue heard it else proclaim'd about . Ped. Alas sir , it is worse for me then so , For I haue bills for monie by exchange From Florence and must heere deliuer them . Tra. Well sir , to doe you courtesie , This will I doe , and this I will aduise you . First tell me , haue you euer beene at Pisa ? Ped. I sir , in Pisa haue I often bin , Pisa renowned for graue Citizens . Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not , but I haue heard of him : A Merchant of incomparable wealth . Tra. He is my father sir , and sooth to say , In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you . Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster , and all one , Tra. To saue your life in this extremitie , This fauor will I doe you for his sake , And thinke it not the worst of all your fortunes , That you are like to Sir Vincentio . His name and credit shall you vndertake , And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd , Looke that you take vpon you as you should , You vnderstand me sir : so shall you stay Till you haue done your businesse in the Citie : If this be court'sie sir , accept of it . Ped. Oh sir I doe , and will repute you euer The patron of my life and libertie . Tra. Then goe with me , to make the matter good , This by the way I let you vnderstand , My father is heere look'd for euerie day , To passe assurance of a dowre in marriage 'Twixt me , and one Baptistas daughter heere : In all these circumstances I le instruct you , Goe with me to cloath you as becomes you . Exeunt .
Actus Quartus .
Scena Prima . Enter Katherina and Grumio . Gru. No , no forsooth I dare not for my life . Kat. The more my wrong , the more his spite appeares . What , did he marrie me to famish me ? Beggers that come vnto my fathers doore , Vpon intreatie haue a present almes , If not , elsewhere they meete with charitie : But I , who neuer knew how to intreate , Nor neuer needed that I should intreate , Am staru'd for meate , giddie for lacke of sleepe : With oathes kept waking , and with brawling fed , And that which spights me more then all these wants , He does it vnder name of perfect loue : As who should say if I should sleepe or eate , 'T were deadly sicknesse , or else present death . I prethee goe , and get me some repast , I care not what , so it be wholsome foode . Gru. What say you to a Neats foote ? Kate. 'T is passing good , I prethee let me haue it . Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate , How say you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd ? Kate. I like it well , good Grumio fetch it me . Gru. I cannot tell , I feare 't is chollericke . What say you to a peece of Beefe and Mustard ? Kate. A dish that I do loue to feede vpon . Gru. I but the Mustard is too hot a little . Kate. Why then the Beefe , and let the Mustard rest . Gru. Nay then I will not , you shall haue the Mustard Or else you get no Beefe of Grumio . Kate. Then both or one , or any thing thou wilt . Gru. Why then the Mustard without the beefe . Kate. Go get thee gone , thou false deluding slaue , Beats him . That feed'st me with the verie name of meate . Sorrow on thee , and all the packe of you That triumph thus vpon my miserie : Go get thee gone I say . Enter Petruchio , and Hortensio with meate . Petr. How fares my Kate , what sweeting all a-mort ? Hor. Mistris , what cheere ? Kate.

Faith as cold as can be .

Pet. Plucke vp thy spirits , looke cheerefully vpon me . Heere Loue , thou seest how diligent I am , To dresse thy meate my selfe , and bring it thee . I am sure sweet Kate this kindnesse merits thankes . What , not a word ? Nay then thou lou'st it not : And all my paines is sorted to no proofe . Heere take away this dish . Kate. I pray you let it stand . Pet. The poorest seruice is repaide with thankes , And so shall mine before you touch the meate . Kate. I thanke you sir . Hor. Signior Petruchio , fie you are to blame : Come Mistris Kate , I le beare you companie . Petr. Eate it vp all Hortensio , if thou louest mee : Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart : Kate eate apace ; and now my honie Loue , Will we returne vnto thy Fathers house , And reuell it as brauely as the best , With silken coats and caps , and golden Rings , With ruffes and Cuffes , and Fardingales , and thinges : With Scarfes , and fannes , and double change of brau'ry , With Amber Bracelets , Beads , and all this knau'ry . What hast thou din'd ? The Tailor stayes thy leasure , To decke thy bodie with his ruffing treasure , Enter Tailor . Come Tailor , let vs see these ornaments Enter Haberdasher Lay forth the Gowne . What newes with you sir ? Fel. Heere is the cap your Worship did bespeake . Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger , A Veluet dish : Fie , fie , 't is lewd and filthy , Why 't is a cockle or a wallnut-shell , A knack , a toy , a tricke , a babies cap : Away with it come let me haue a bigger . Kate. I le haue no bigger , this doth fit the time , And Gentlewomen weare such caps as these . Pet. When you are gentle , you shall haue one too , And not till then . Hor. That will not be in hast . Kate. Why sir I trust I may haue leaue to speake , And speake I will . I am no childe , no babe , Your betters haue indur'd me say my minde And if you cannot , best you stop your eares , My tongue will tell the anger of my heart , Or else my heart concealing it will breake , And rather then it shall , I will be free , Euen to the vttermost as I please in words . Pet. Why thou saiest true , it is a paltrie cap. A custard coffen , a bauble , a silken pie , I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not . Kate. Loue me , or loue me not , I like the cap , And it I will haue , or I will haue none . Pet. Thy gowne why I : come Tailor let vs see 't . Oh mercie God , what masking stuffe is heere ? What s this ? a sleeue ? 't is like a demi-cannon , What , vp and downe caru'd like an apple Tart ? Heer s snip , and nip , and cut , and slish and slash , Like to a Censor in a barbers shoppe : Why what a deuils name a Tailor cal'st thou this ? Hor. I see shee s like to haue neither cap nor gowne . Tai. You bid me make it orderlie and well , According to the fashion , and the time . Pet. Marrie and did : but if you be remembred , I did not bid you marre it to the time . Goe hop me ouer euery kennell home , For you shall hop without my custome sir : I le none of it ; hence , make your best of it . Kate. I neuer saw a better fashion'd gowne , More queint , more pleasing , nor more commendable : Belike you meane to make a puppet of me . Pet. Why true , he meanes to make a puppet of thee . Tail . She saies your Worship meanes to make a puppet of her Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance : Then lyest , thou thred , thou thimble , Thou yard three quarters , halfe yard , quarter , naile , Thou Flea , thou Nit , thou winter cricket thou : Brau'd in mine owne house with a skeine of thred : Away thou Ragge , thou quantitie , thou remnant , Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard , As thou shalt thinke on prating whil'st thou liu'st : I tell thee I , that thou hast marr'd her gowne . Tail . Your worship is deceiu'd , the gowne is made Iust as my master had direction : Grumio gaue order how it should be done . Gru. I gaue him no order , I gaue him the stuffe . Tail . But how did you desire it should be made ? Gru. Marrie sir with needle and thred . Tail . But did you not request to haue it cut ? Gru. Thou hast fac'd many things . Tail . I haue . Gru.

Face not mee : thou hast brau'd many men , braue not me ; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd . I say vnto thee , I bid thy Master cut out the gowne , but I did not bid him cut it to peeces ; Ergo thou liest .

Tail . Why heere is the note of the fashion to testifie . Pet. Read it . Gru. The note lies in 's throate if he say I said so . Tail . Inprimis a loose bodied gowne . Gru.

Master , if euer I said loose-bodied gowne , sow me in the Skirts of it , and beate me to death with a bottome of browne thred : I said a gowne .

Pet. Proceede . Tail . With a small compast cape . Gru. I confesse the cape . Tail . With a trunke sleeue . Gru. I confesse two sleeues . Tail . The sleeues curiously cut . Pet. I there 's the villainie . Gru.

Error i' th bill sir , error i' th bill ? I commanded the sleeues should be cut out , and sow'd vp againe , and that I le proue vpon thee , though thy litle finger be armed in a thimble .

Tail .

This is true that I say , and I had thee in place where , thou shouldst know it .

Gru.

I am for thee straight : take thou the bill , giue me thy meate-yard , and spare not me .

Hor. God-a-mercy Grumio , then he shall haue no oddes . Pet. Well sir in breefe the gowne is not for me . Gru. You are i' th right sir , 't is for my mistris . Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy masters vse . Gru.

Villaine , not for thy life : Take vp my Mistresse gowne for thy masters vse .

Pet. Why sir what 's your conceit in that ? Gre. Oh sir , the conceit is deeper then you thinke for : Take vp my Mistris gowne to his masters vse . Oh fie , fie , fie . Pet. Hortensio , say thou wilt see the Tailor paide . Go take it hence , be gone , and say no more . Hor. Tailor , I le pay thee for thy gowne to morrow , Take no vnkindnesse of his hastie words : Away I say , commend me to thy master . Exit Tail . Pet. Well come my Kate , we will vnto your fathers , Euen in these honest meane habiliments : Our purses shall be proud , our garments poore : For 't is the minde that makes the bodie rich . And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds , So honor peereth in the meanest habit . What is the Iay more precious then the Larke ? Because his feathers are more beautifull Or is the Adder better then the Eele , Because his painted Skin contents the eye . Oh no Kate : neither art thou the worse For this poore furniture , and meane array . If thou accountedst it shame , lay it on me , And therefore frolike , we will hence forthwith , To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house , Go call my men , and let vs straight to him , And bring our horses vnto Long-lane end , There will we mount , and thither walke on foote , Let 's see , I thinke 't is now some seuen a clocke , And well we may come there by dinner time . Kate. I dare assure you sir , 't is almost two , And 't will be supper time ere you come there . Pet. It shall be seuen ere I go to horse : Looke what I speake , or do , or thinke to doe , You are still crossing it , sirs let 't alone , I will not goe to day , and ere I doe , It shall be what a clock I say it is . Hor. Why so this Gallant will command the sunne : Enter Tranio , and the Pedant drest like Vincentio . Tra. Sirs , this is the house , please it you that I call , Ped. I what else , and but I be deceiued , Signior Baptista may remember me Neere twentie yeares a goe in Genoa . Tra. Where wee were Lodgers , at the Pegasus , T is well , and hold your owne in any case With such austeritie as longeth to a father . Enter Biondello . Ped. I warrant you : but sir here comes your boy , 'T were good he weere school'd . Tra. Feare you not him : sirra Biondello , Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduise you : Imagine 't were the righ Vincentio . Bion. Tut , feare not me . Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista . Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice , And that you look't for him this day in Padua . Tra. Th' art a tall fellow , hold thee that to drinke , Heere comes Baptista : set your countenance sir . Enter Baptista and Lucentio : Pedant booted and bare headed . Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met : Sir , this is the Gentleman I told you of , I pray you stand good father to me now , Giue me Bianca for my Patrimony . Ped. Soft son : sir by your leaue , hauing come to Padua To gather in some debts , my son Lucentio Made me acquainted with a waightie cause Of loue beteweene your daughter and himselfe : And for the good report I heare of you , And for the loue he beareth to your daughter , And shee to him : to stay him not too long , I am content in a good fathers care . To haue him matcht , and if you please to like No worse then I vpon some agreement Me shall you finde readie and willing With one consent to haue her so bestowed : For curious I cannot be with you Signior Baptista , of whom I heare so well . Bap. Sir , pardon me in what I haue to say , Your plainnesse and your shortnesse please me well Right true it is your son Lucentio here Doth loue my daughter and she loueth him Or both dissemble deepely their affections : And therefore if you say no more then this , That like a father you will deale with him , And passe my daughter a sufficient dower , The match is made and all is done , Your sonne shall haue my daughter with consent . Tra. I thanke you sir , where then doe you know best We be affied and such assurance tane , As shall with either parts agreement stand . Bap. Not in my house Lucentio for you know Pitchers haue eares , and I haue manie seruants , Besides old Gremio is harkning still , And happilie we may be interrupted . Tra. Then at my lodging , and it like you , There doth my father lie : and there this night Wee le passe the businesse priuately and well : Send for your daughter by your seruant here , My boy shall fetch the Scriuener presentlie , The worst is this that at so slender warning , You are like to haue a thin and slender pittance . Bap. It likes me well : Cambio hie you home and bid Bianca make her readie straight : And if you will tell what hath hapned , Lucentios father is arriued in Padua , And how she 's like to be Lucentios wife . Biond . I pray the Gods she may with all my heart . Exit . Tran. Dallie not with the Gods , but get thee gone . Enter Peter . Signior Baptista shall I leade the way , Welcome , one messe is like to be your cheere , Come sir we will better it in Pisa . Bap. I follow you . Exeunt . Enter Lucentio and Biondello . Bion.

Cambio .

Luc. What saist thou Biondello . Biond . You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon you ? Luc. Biondello , what of that ? Biond .

Faith nothing : but has left me here behinde to expound the meaning or morrall of his signes and tokens .

Luc. I pray thee moralize them . Biond .

Then thus : Baptista is safe talking with the deceiuing Father of a deceitfull sonne .

Luc. And what of him ? Biond His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper . Luc. And then . Bion.

The old Priest at Saint Lukes Church is at your command at all houres .

Luc. And what of all this . Bion.

I cannot tell , expect they are busied about a counterfeit assurance : take you assurance of her . Cum preuilegio ad Impremendum solem , to th' Church take the Priest , Clarke , and some sufficient honest witnesses :

If this bee not that you looke for , I haue no more to say , But bid Bianca farewell for euer and a day . Luc. Hear'st thou Biondello . Biond .

I cannot tarrie : I knew a wench married in an afternoone as she went to the Garden for Parseley to stuffe a Rabit , and so may you sir : and so adew sir , my Master hath appointed me to goe to Saint Lukes to bid the Priest be readie to come against you come with your appendix .

Luc. I may and will if she be so contented : She will be pleasd , then wherefore should I doubt : Hap what hap may , I le roundly go about her : It shall go hard if Cambio go without her . Exit . Enter Petruchio Kate Hortensio . Petr. Come on a Gods name , once more towards our fathers : Good Lord how bright and goodly shines the Moone . Kate. The Moone , the Sunne : it is not Moone-light now . Put. I say it is the Moone that shines so bright . Kate. I know it is the Sunne that shine , so bright . Pet. Now by my mothers sonne , and that 's my selfe , It shall be moone , or starre , or what I list , Or ere I iourney to your Fathers house : Goe on , and fetch our horses backe againe Euer more crost and crost nothing but crost , Hort. Say as he saies , or we shall neuer goe Kate. Forward I pray , since we haue come so farr , And be it moone , or Sunne , or what you please : And if you please to call it a rush Candle : Henceforth I vowe it shall be so for me . Petr. I say it is the Moone . Kate. I know it is the Moone . Petr. Nay then you lye : it is the blessed Sunne . Kate. Then God be blest , it is the blessed sun , But sunne it is not , when you say it is not . And the Moone changes euen as your minde : What you will haue it nam'd , euen that it is , And so it shall be so for Katherine . Hort. Petruchio , goe thy wayes , the field is won . Petr. Well , forward , forward thus the bowle should run , And not vnluckily against the Bias : But soft : Company is comming here . Enter Vincentio . Good morrow gentle Mistris , where away : Tell mee sweete Kate , and tell me truely too , Hast thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman : Such warre of white and red within her cheekes : What starrs do spangle heauen with such beautie , As those two eyes become that heauenly face ? Faire louely Maide , once more good day to thee : Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties sake . Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him . Kate. Yong budding Virgin , faire , and fresh , and sweete , Whether away , or whether is thy aboade ? Happy the parents of so faire a childe ; Happier the man whom fauourable stars Alots thee for his louely bedfellow . Petr. Why how now Kate , I hope thou art not mad , This is a man old , wrinckled , faded , withered , And not a Maiden , as thou saist he is . Kate. Pardon old father my mistaking eyes , That haue bin so bedazled with the sunne , That euery thing I look on seemeth greene : Now I perceiue thou are a reuerent Father : Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking . Petr. Do good old grandsire , and with all make known Which way thou trauellest if along with vs , Wee shall be ioyfull of thy company ▪ Vin. Faire Sir , and you my merry Mistris , That with your strange encounter much amasde me : My name is call'd Vincentio , my dwelling Pisa , And bound I am to Padua , there to uisite A sonne of mine , which long I haue not seene . Petr. What is his name ? Vinc. Lucentio Gentle sir . Petr. Happily met the happier for thy sonne : And now by Law , as well as reuerent age , I may intitle thee my louing Father , The sister to my wife , this Gentlewoman , Thy Sonne by this hath married : wonder not , Nor be not grieued , she is of good esteeme , Her dowrie wealthie , and of worthie birth ; Beside , so qualified , as may be seeme The Spouse of any noble Gentlewoman : Let me imbrace with old Vincentio , And wander we to see thy honest sonne , Who will of thy arriuall be full ioyous . Vinc. But is this true , or is it else your pleasure , Like pleasant trauailors to breake a iest Vpon the companie you ouertake ? Hort. I do assure thee father so it is . Petr. Come goe along and see the truth hereof , For our first merriment hath made thee iealous . Exeunt . Hor. Well Petruchio , this has put me in heart ; Haue to my Widdow , and if she froward , Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be vntoward . Exit Enter Biondello , Lucentio and Bianca , Gremio is out before . Biond . Softly and swiftly sir , for the Priest is ready . Luc.

I flie Biondello ; but they may chance to neede thee at home therefore leaue vs . Exit .

Biond , Nay faith 'I le see the Church a your backe , And then come backe to my mistris as soone as I can . Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while . Enter Petruchio , Kate , Vincentio , Grumio With attendants . Petr. Sir here s the doore , this is Lucentios house , My Fathers beares more toward the Market-place , Thither must I and heere I leaue you sir . Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go , I thinke I shall command your welcome here ; And by all likelihood some cheere is toward . Knock. Grem . They 're busie within , you were best knocke lowder . Pedant lookes out of the window . Ped.

What 's he that knockes as he would beate downe the gate ?

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within sir ? Ped. He 's within sir , but not to be spoken withall . Vinc.

What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merrie withall .

Ped.

Keepe your hundred pounds to your selfe , he shall neede none so long as I liue .

Petr.

Nay , I told you your sonne was beloued in Padua : doe you heare sir , to leaue friuolous circumstances , I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pisa , and is heere at the doore to speake with him .

Ped.

Thou liest his Father is come from Padua , and here looking out of the window .

Vin. Art thou his Father ? Ped. I sir so his mother sayes if I may beleeue her . Petr.

Why how now Gentleman : why this is flat knauerie to take vpon you an other mans name .

Peda.

Lay hands on the villaine , I beleeue a meanes to cozen some bodie in this Citie vnder my countenance .

Enter Biondello . Bion.

I haue seene them in the Church together , God send them good shipping : but who is heere ? mine old Master Vincentio : now we are vndone and brought to nothing .

Vin. Come hither crackhempe . Bion. I hope I may choose Sir . Vin. Come hither you rogue , what haue you forgot mee ? Biond .

Forgot you , no sir : I could not forget you , for I neuer saw you before in all my life .

Vinc.

What , you notorius villaine , didst thou neuer see thy Mistris father , Vincentio ;

Bion.

What my worshipfull old master ? yet marrie sir see where he lookes out of the window .

Vin. I st so indeede . He beates Biondello . Bion. Helpe , helpe , helpe , here 's a mad man will murder me . Pedan . Help , sonne , helpe Signior Baptista . Pet.

Prethee , Kate let 's stand aside and see the end of this controuersie .

Enter Pedant with seruants , Baptista , Tranio . Tra. Sir what are you that offer to beate my seruant ? Vinc.

What am I sir : nay what are you sir : oh immortall Gods ▪ oh fine villaine , a silken doublet , a veluet hose , a scarlet cloak and a copataine hat : oh I am vndone , I am vndone : while I plaie the good husband at home , my sonne and my seruant spend all at the vniuersitie .

Tra. How now what 's the matter ? Bapt. What is the man lunaticke ? Tra.

Sir , you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman by your habit but your words shew you a mad man : why sir , what cernes it you , if I weare Pearle and gold : I thanke my good father , I am able to maintaine it .

Vin. Thy father : oh villaine , he is a Saile-maker in Bergamo . Bap.

You Mistake sir , you mistake sir , praie what do you think is his name ?

Vin.

His name , as if I knew not his name : I haue brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old , and his name is Tronio .

Ped.

Awaie , away mad asse , his name is Lucentio , and he is mine onelie sonne and heire to the lands of me signior Vincentio .

Vin.

Lucentio , oh he hath murdred his Master ; lay hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name : oh my sonne , my sonne : tell me thou villaine , where is my sonne Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer : Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile : Father Baptista , I charge you see that he be forth comming . Vinc. Carrie mee to the Iaile ? Gre. Staie officer , he shall not go to prison . Bap. Talke not signior Gremio : I say he shall goe to prison . Gre.

Take heede signior Baptista , lest you be conicatcht in this businesse : I dare sweare this is the right Vincentio .

Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st , Gre. Naie , I dare not sweare it . Tran. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio . Gre. Yes I know thee to be signior Lucentio . Bap. Away with the dotard , to the Iaile with him . Enter Biondello , Lucentio and Bianca Vin.

Thus strangers may be haild and abusd : oh monstrous villaine .

Bion.

Oh we are spoil'd , and yonder he is , denie him , forsweare him , or else wee are all vndone .

Exit Biondello , Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be . Luc. Pardon sweete father . Kneele . Vin , Liues my sweete sonne ? Bian. Pardon deere father . Bap. How hast thou offended , where is Lucentio ? Luc. Heere 's Lucentio right sonne to the right Vincentio , That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine , While counterfeit supposes bleer'd thine eine . Gre. Heere 's packing with a witnesse to deceiue vs all . Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio , That fac'd and braued me in this matter so ? Bap. Why , tell me is not this my Cambio ? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio . Luc. Loue wrought these miracles . Biancas loue Made me exchange my state with Tranio , While he did beare my countenance in the Towne , And happilie I haue arriued at the last Vnto the wished hauen of my blisse : What Tranio did , my selfe enforst him to : Then pardon him sweete Father for my sake . Vin.

I le slit the villaines nose that would haue sent me to the Iaile .

Bap.

But doe you heare sir , haue you married my daughter without asking my good will ?

Vin.

Feare not Baptista , wee will content you go to : but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie . Exit .

Bap. And I to sound the depth of this knauerie . Exit . Luc. Looke not pale Bianca , thy father will not frowne . Exeunt . Gre , My cake is dough , but I le in among the rest , Out of hope of all , but my share of the feast . Kate. Husband let 's follow , to see the end of this adoe . Petr. First kisse me Kate , and wee will . Kate. What in the midst of the streete ? Petr. What are thou asham'd of me ? Kate. No sir , God forbid , but asham'd to kisse . Petr. Why then let 's home againe : Come Sirralet's away . Kate. Nay , I will giue thee a kisse , now pray Loue stay . Petr. Is not this well ? come my sweete Kate. Better once then neuer , for neuer too late . Exeunt .
Actus Quintus . Enter Baptista , Vincentio , Gremio , the Pedant , Lucentio , and Bianca , Tranio , Biondello Grumio , and widdow : The seruingmen with Tranio bringing in a Banquet . Luc. At last though long , our iarring notes agree , And time it is when raging warre is come , To smile at scapes and perils ouerblowne : My faire Bianca bid my father welcome , While I with selfe same kindnesse welcome thine : Brother Petruchio , sister Katerina , And thou Hortensio with thy louing Widdow : Feast with the best , and welcome to my house , My banket is to close our stomakes vp After our great good cheere : pray you sit downe , For now wee sit to chat as well as eate . Petr. Nothing but sit and sit , and eate and eate . Bap. Padua affoords this kindnesse sonne Petruchio . Petr. Padua affords nothing but what is kinde . Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true . Pet. Now for my life Hortensio feares his Widow . Wid. Then neuer trust me if I be affeard . Petr. You are very sensible , and yet you misse my sence : I meane Hortentio is afeard of you . Wid. He that is giddie thinkes the world turns round . Petr. Roundly replied . Kate. Mistris how meane you that ? Wid. Thus I conceiue by him . Petr. Conceiues by me , how likes Hortensio that ? Hor. My Widdow sayes , thus she conceiues her tale . Petr. Verie well mended : kisse him for that good Widdow . Kate. He that is giddie thinkes the world turnes round , I pray you tell me what you meant by that . Wid. Your husband being troubled with a shrew , Measures my husbands sorrow , by his woe : And now you know my meaning . Kate. A verie meane meaning , Wid. Right . I meane you . Kat. And I am meane indeed , respecting you . Petr. To her Kate. Hor. To her Widdow . Petr. A hundred marks , my Kate does put her down . Hor. That 's my office Petr. Spoke like an Officer : ha to thee Lad. Drinkes to Hortensio . Bap. How likes Gremio these quicke witted folkes ? Gre. Beleeue me sir , they But together well . Bian. Head , and But an hastie witted bodie , Would say your Head and But were head and horne . Vin. I Mistris Bride , hath that awakened you ? Bian. I , but not frighted me , therefore I le sleepe againe , Petr. Nay that you shall not since you haue begun : Haue at you for a better Iest or too . Bian. Am I your Bird , I meane to shift my bush , And then pursue me as you draw my Bow . You are welcome all . Exit Bianca . Petr. She hath preuented me , here signior Tranio , This bird you aim'd at , though you hit her not , Therfore a health to all that shot and mist . Tri. Oh sir , Lucentio slipt me like his Gray-hound , Which runs himselfe and catches for his Master . Petr. A good swift simile , but something currish . Tra. 'T is well sir that you hunted for your selfe : 'T is thought your Deere does hold you at a baye . Bap. Oh , oh Pretuchio , Tranio hits you now . Luc. I thanke thee for that gird good Tranio . Hor. Confesse , confesse , hath he not hit you here ? Petr. A has a litle gald me I confesse : And as the Iest did glaunce away from me , 'T is ten to one it maim'd you too out right . Bap. Now in good sadnesse sonne Petruchio , I thinke thou hast the veriest shrew of all . Petr. Well I say no : and therefore sir , assurance , Let 's each one send vnto 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 . Hort. Content what 's the wager ? Luc. Twentie crownes . Petr. Twentie crownes . I le venture so much of my Hawke or Hound , But twentie times so much vpon my Wife . Luc. A hundred then . Hor. Content . Petr. A match 't is done . Hor. Who shall begin ? Luc. That will I. Goe Biondello , bid your Mistris come to me . Bio . I goe . Exit . Bap. Sonne I le be your halfe , Bianca comes . Luc. I le haue no halues : I le beare it all my selfe . Enter Biondello . How now , what newes ? Bion. Sir , my Mistris sends you word That she is busie , and shee cannot come . Petr. How ? she 's busie and shee cannot come : is that an answere ? Gre. I , and a kinde one too : Praie God sir your wife send you not a worse . Petr. I hope better . Hor.

Sirra Biondello , goe and intreate my wife to come to mee forthwith . Exit . Bion.

Pet. Oh ho intreate her , nay then she must needes come . Hor. I am affraid sir , doe what you can Enter Biondello . Yours will not be intreated : Now where 's my wife ? Bion. She sayes you haue some goodly Iest in hand , She will not come : she bids you come to her . Petr. Worse and worse she will not come : Oh vild , intollerable , not to be indur'd : Sirra Grumio , goe to your Mistris , Say I command her come to me . Exit . Hor. I know her answere . Pet. What ? Hor. She will not . Petr. The fouler fortune mine , and there an end . Enter Katerina . Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina . Kat. What is your will sir , that you send for me ? Petr. Where is your sister , and Hortensios wife ? Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire . Petr. Goe fetch them hither , if they denie to come , Swinge me them foundly forth vnto their husbands : Away I say , and bring them hither straight . Luc. Here is a wonder , if you talke of a wonder . Hor. And so it is : I wonder what it boads Petr. Marrie peace it boads , and loue , and quiet life , An awfull rule , and right supremacie : And to be short , what not , that 's sweete and happie . Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio ; The wager thou hast won , and I will adde Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes , Another dowrie to another daughter , For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin . Petr. Nay , I will win my wager better yet , And shew more signe of her obedience , Her new built vertue and obedience . Enter Kate , Bianca , and Widdow . See where she comes , and brings your froward Wiues As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion : Katerine , that Cap of yours becomes you not , Off with that bable , throw it vnder foote . Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh , Till I be brought to such a sillie passe . Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this ? Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too : The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca , Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time , Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie . Pet.

Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women , what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands .

Wid. Come , come , your mocking : we will haue no telling . Pet. Come on I say , and first begin with her , Wid. She shall not . Pet. I say she shall , and first begin with her . Kate. Fie , fie , vnknit that threatning vnkind brow , And dart not scornefull glances from those eies , To wound thy Lord , thy King , thy Gouernour . It blots thy beautie , as frosts doe bite the Meades , Confounds thy fame , as whirlewindes shake faire budds , And in no sence is meete or amiable . A woman mou'd , is like a fountaine troubled , Maddie , ill seeming thicke , bereft of beautie , And while it is so , none so drie or thirstie Will daigne to sip or touch one drop of it . Thy husband is thy Lord ▪ thy life , thy Keeper , Thy head , thy soueraigne : one that cares for thee , And for thy maintenance : Commits his bodie To painfull labour , both by sea and land : To watch the night in stormes , the day in cold , Whi'st thou ly'st warme at home , secure and safe , And craues no other tribute at thy hands , But loue , fare lookes , and true obedience ; Too litle payment for so great a debt . Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince , Euen such a woman oweth to her husband : And when she is froward , peeuish , sullen , sower , And not obedient to his honest will : What is she but a foule contending Rebell , And gracelesse Traitour to her louing Lord ? I am a sham'd that women are so simple , To offer warre , where they should kneele for peace : Or seeke for rule , supremacie , and sway , When they are bound to serue , loue , and obay . Why are our bodies soft , and weake , and smooth , Vnapt to toyle , and trouble in the world , But that our soft conditions , and our harts . Should well agree with our externall parts ? Come , come , you froward and vnable wormes My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours , My heart as great , my reason haplie more , To bandie word for word , and frowne for frowne ; But now I see our Launces are but strawes : Our strength as weake , our weakenesse past compare , That seeming to be most , which we indeed least are . Then vale your stomackes , for it is no boote , And place your hands below your husbands foote : In token of which dutie , if he please , My hand is readie may it do him ease . Pet. Why ther 's a wench : come on , and kisse me Kate. Luc. Well go thy wayes old Lad for thou shalt ha 't . Vin. 'T is a good hearing , when children are toward . Luc. But a harsh hearing , when women are froward , Pet. Come Kate , wee 'l to bed , We three are married , but you two are sped . 'T was I won the wager though you hit the white . And being a winner , God giue you good night , Exit Petruchio . Horten. Now go thy wayes thou hast tam'd a curst Shrow . Luc. 'T is a wonder by your leaue , she will tam'd so .
FINIS .