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Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too,, And not till then.
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay;-Come, tailor, let us
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, I did not bid you mar it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my custom, sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.
Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou Thou thimble, [thread, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant; Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
manded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'the right, sir; 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use!
Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru.O,sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fy, fy, fy!
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid:-(Aside.) Go take it hence; begone, and say no more. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master.
[Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VIN
Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived,
Ped. I warrant you: But,sir,here comes your boy; "Twere good, he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him.-Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
·Bion. Tut! fear 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'd for him this day in Padua,
Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee, that to drink.
This is the gentleman I told you of;
Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir:
Bap. It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home,
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart!
church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come, against you come with your appendix. [Exit.
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented:
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to Luc. And then?-[the supper. Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luc. And what of all this?
Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the
SCENE V.-A public Road.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO.
I follow you.
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and
What say'st thou, Biondello?
Whither away; or where is thy abode ?
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; the deceiving father of a deceitful son. And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
Luc. And what of him?
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and withal, make
Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd [Pisa: My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwellingAnd bound I am to Padua; there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. What is his name?
Lucentio, gentle sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. And now by law, as well as reverend age, I may entitle thee-my loving father; The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman, Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not, Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem, Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Beside, so qualified as may beseem The spouse of any noble gentleman. Let me embrace with old Vincentio : And wander we to see thy honest son, Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Upon the company you overtake?
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.
[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit.
Enter Pedant above, at a window.
Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! (To Vincen.) why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my Re enter BIONDELLO.
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua.-Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.
Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.
Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.
Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.
Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, have you forget me?
Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? (Beats Biondello.) Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit.
Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. (They retire.) Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants.
Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my
Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! -O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to main
Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo.
Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?
Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.
Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-Ŏ, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?
Tra. Call forth an officer: (Enter one with an Officer.) carry this mad knave to the gaol :-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol!
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou darest.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:O monstrous villain!
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA.
Where is Lucentio?
Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio ; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.
Bap. But do you hear, sir? (To Lucentio.) Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? [go to: Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, But I will in to be revenged for this villainy.
[Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. [Exit.
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in Lucentio's House. A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.
Luc. Atlast, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, While I with self-same kindness welcome thine :Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,— And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; My banquet is to close our stomachs up, After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down; For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.
(They sit at table.) Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns Pet. Roundly replied. [round. Kath. Mistress, how nean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. [that? Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow. [round:
Kath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: And now you know my meaning. Kath. A very mean meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Pet. To her, Kate!
Hor. To her, widow!
Pet. hundred marks, my Kate does put her Hor. That's my office. [down. Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha' to thee, lad. (Drinks to Hortensio.) Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again. [begun, Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have Have at you for a bitter jest or two.
And then pursue me as you draw your bow:Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
You are welcome all.
[Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Tranio,
Therefore, a health to all, that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for as
Let's each one send unto his wife;
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Hor. Who shall begin?
[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.. How now! what news?
A match; 'tis done.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Enter KATHARINA.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina! [me? Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands;
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. See, where she comes: and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.— Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
Wil. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.
(Katharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down.) Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Bian. Fy! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women,
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fy, fy! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Pet. Why, there's a wench!--Come on, and kiss
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed:We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white! [To Lucentio. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curs't shrew.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Exeunt.