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Padua. Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous cir- | name:-0, my son, my son tell me, thou villain, cumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, where is my son Lucentio? that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the Tra. Call forth an officer: (Enter one with an door to speak with him.
officer.) carry this mad knave to the gaol :-Father Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, || Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming. and here looking out at the window.
Vin. Carry me to the gaol ! Vin. Art thou his father?
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may be Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; 1 say, he shall lieve her.
go to prison. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincen.] Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another conycatcheda in this business ; I dare swear, this man's name.
is the right Vincentio. Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a Ped. Swear, if thou darest. means to cozen somebody in this city under my Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. countenance.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Re-enter Biondello.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; Bap. Away with the dotard ; to the gaol with God send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? him. mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus':and brought to nothing.
O monstrous villain ! Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.
Seeing Biondello. Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir.
Bion. O, we are spoiled, and—Yonder he is; Vin. Come bither, you rogue ; What, have you deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. forgot me?
Luc. Pardon, sweet father. (Kneeling: Bion. Forgot you? no, sir : I could not forget Vin.
Lives my sweetest son? you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou Bian. Pardon, dear father.
(Kneeling never see thy master's father, Vincentio?
How hast thou offended ? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? || Where is Lucentio ? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the win Luc.
Here's Lucentio, dow.
Right son unto the right Vincentio; Vin. Is't so, indeed? (Beats Biondello. That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.3 murder me.
[Exit. Gre. Here's packing," with a witness, to deceive Ped. Help, son ! help, signior Baptista! us all!
Exit from the window. Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, Pet. Priythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so? the end of this controversy.
[They retire. Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and ser
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love vants.
Made me exchange my state with Tranio, Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my | While he did bear my countenance in the town; servant?
And happily I have arriv'd at last Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir ? -Unto the wished haven of my bliss :O immortal gods! O fine villain ! A silken doublet! What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!' || Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. -0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have good husband at home, my son and my servant || sent me to the gaol. spend all at the university.
Bap. 'But do you hear, sir ? [To Lucentio.) Have Tra. How now! what's the matter? you married my daughter without asking my goodBap. What, is the man lunatic?
will ? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, by your habit, but your words show you a mad- ll go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. man: Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear
(Exit. pearl and gold ? I thank my good father, I am able Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. to maintain it.
[Exit. Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not in Bergamo.
frown. (Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the what do you think is his name?
rest; Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name! 1 || Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. have brought him up ever since he was three years
[Exit. old, and his name is Tranio. Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is Lucen
Petruchio and Katharina advance. tio !-and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands|| Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of of me, signior Vincentio.
this ado. Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murdered his mas Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. ter!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me? (1) A hat with a conical crown. (2) Cheated. (3) Deceived thy eyes. (5) A proverbial expression, repeated after a (4) Tricking, underhand contrivances. disappointment.
Kath. No, sir; God forbid :—but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you hare Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss : now pray Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, thee, love, stay.
And then pursue me as you draw your bow :Pet. Is not this well --Come, my sweet Kate; You are welcome all. Better once than never, for never too late. (Exe. (Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. SCENE II.-A room in Lucentio's house. A
Pet. She hath prevented me.--Here, Signior banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, || This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Tranio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio,
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey. Biondello, Grumio, and others, attending.
hound, Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes Which runs himself, and catches for his master. agree:
Pet. A good swift: simile, but something currish. And time it is, when raging war is done,
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. While I with self-same kindness welcome thine : Luc. I thank thee for that gird, 4 good Tranio. Brother Petruchio,--sister Katharina
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, Pet. 'A has a little galld me, I confess; Feast with the best, and welcome to my house ; And as the jest did glance away from me, My banquet! is to close our stomachs up, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down ; Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. [They sit at table.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assuPet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
ance, Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Let's each one send unto his wife; Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. And he, whose wife is most obedient Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word|| To come at first when he doth send for her, were true.
Shall win the wager which we will propose. Pet. Now for my life, Hortensio fears2 his widow. Hor. Content: What is the wager? Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Twenty crowns. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
But twenty times so much upon my wife. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns Luc. A hundred then. round.
Content Pet. Roundly replied.
A match; 'tis done Kath.
Mistress, how mean you that? Hor. Who shall begin? Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
That will I. Go, Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. that?
[Erit. Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. tale.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all mysell Pet. Very well mended : Kiss him for that, good widow.
Re-enter Biondello. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns || How now! what news? round
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word, I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. That she is busy, and she cannot come. *W'id. Your husband, being troubled with a Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! shrew,
Is that an answer? Measures my husband's sorrow by his wo:
Ay, and a kind one too : And now you know my meaning.
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Kath. A very mean meaning.
Pet. I hope, better. Wid.
Right, I mean you. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
wife Pet. To her, Kate!
To come to me forthwith. (Exit Biondello Hor. To her, widow !
0, ho! entreat her! Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her || Nay, then she must needs come. down.
I am afraid, sir Hor. That's my office.
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Pet. Spoke like an officer :-Hal to thee, lad. (Drinks to Hortensio.
Re-enter Biondello. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Now, where's my wife? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in Bian. Head, and butt? a hasty-witted body
hand; Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. She will not come ; she bids you come to her.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll vile, sleep again.
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress ; (1) A banquet was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, &c.
(2) Dreads. (3) Witty. (4) Sarcasm.
Bion. I go.
Say, I command her come to me. (Exit Grumio. | Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, Hor. I know her answer.
And for thy maintenance : commits his body Pet.
To painful labour, both by sea and land; Hor.
She will not come. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; Enter Katharina.
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katha- Too little payment for so great a debt. rina!
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for Even such, a womanoweth to her husband : me?
And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? And, not obedient to his honest will, Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. What is she, but a foul contending rebel, Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny 10 and graceless traitor to her loving lord :come,
I am asham'd, that women are so simple Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands : To offer war, where they should kneel for peace, Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
(Exit Katharina. When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes. Unapt to toil and trouble in the world ; Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet | But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, life,
Should well agree with our external parts ? An awful rule, and right supremacy;
Come, come, you froward and unable worms! And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio! My heart as great; my reason, haply, more, The wager thou hast won; and I will add To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; But now, I see our lances are but straws; Another dowry to another daughter,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past comFor she is chang'd, as she had never been.
pare, — Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; That seeming to be most, which we least are. And show more sign of her obedience,
Then vail your stomachs,a for it is no boot ; Her new-built virtue and obedience.
And place your hands below your husband's foot: Re-enter Katharina, with Bianca, and Widow.
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease. See, where she comes; and brings your froward Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss
wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Luc. Weil, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
ha't. Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are (Katharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
toward. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are Till I be brought to such a silly pass !
froward. Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: We three are married, but you two are sped. The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
'Twas I won the wager, though you bit the white; Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time.
(To Lucentio Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my And, being a winner, God give you good night! duty.
(Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst strong women
shrew. What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will tam'd so.
(Exeunt. have 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. Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat’ning unkind || that they can hardly be called two, without injury
Of this play the two plots are so well united, brow;
to the art with which they are interwoven. The And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
attention is entertained with all the variety of a To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
double plot, yet is not distracted by unconnected It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
incidents. Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
The part between Katharine and Petruchio is And in no sense is meet, or amiable. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
eminently sprightly and diverting. At the marriage
of Bianca, ihe arrival of the real father, perhaps, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
produces more perplexity than pleasure. The And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
whole play is very popular and diverting. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
JOHN SON. (1) Gentle temper.
(2) Abate your spirits.