Tra. I miftris, and Petruchio is the master,
That teacheth trickes eleuen and twentie long,
To tame a fhrew, and charme her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Oh master, mafter I haue watcht fo long,
That I am dogge-wearie, but at last I fpied

An antient angell comming downe the hill,
Will ferue the turne.

Tra. What is he Biondello ?

Bion. Master, a marcantant, or a pedant, I know not what, but formall in apparell, gate and countenance furely like a father. Luc. And what of him Tranio ?

In

Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, Ile make him glad to feeme Vincentio,

And giue affurance to Baptifta Minola,

As if he were the right Vincentio.

Par. Take me your loue, and then let me alone.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God faue you fir.

Tra. And you fir, you are welcome,

Trauaile you farre on or are you at the fartheft?

Ped. Sir at the farthest for a weeke or two,

But then vp farther, and as farre as Rome,
And fo to Tripolie, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countreyman I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua fir, marrie God forbid,

And come to Padua carelesse of

your

life.

Ped. My life fir? how I pray? for that goes

hard.

Tra.

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua, know you not the cause?
Your fhips are ftaid at Venice, and the duke
For priuate quarrell 'twixt your duke and him,
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis maruaile, but that you are but newly come,
You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas fir, it is worfe for me then fo,
For I haue bills for monie by exchange
From Florence and must heere deliuer them.
Tra. Well fir, to doe you courtesie,
This will I doe, and this will I aduife you.
First tell me, haue you euer beene at Pifa?
Ped. I fir, 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 fir, and footh to say,

In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

Tra. To faue your life in this extremitie,

This fauor will I doe you for his fake,

And thinke it not the worst of all your fortunes,

That you are like to Sir Vincentio.

His name and credit fhall you vndertake,

And in my houfe you fhall be friendly lodg'd,
Looke that you take vpon you as you should,
You vnderstand me fir: fo fhall you stay
Till you haue done your bufineffe in the citie:
If this be court'fie fir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh fir I doe, and will repute you euer
The patron of my life and libertie.

Tra.

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 paffe affurance of a dowre in marriage
'Twixt me, and one Baptiftas daughter heere:
In all these circumftances Ile inftruct you,

Goe with me to cloath

you as becomes

you.

Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Katherina and Grumio.

Gru. No, no forfooth I dare not for

my life.

Exeunt.

Kat. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appeares.

What, did he marrie me to famish me?
Beggers that come vnto my fathers doore,
Vpon intreatie haue a prefent 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 fhonld fay if I fhould fleepe or eate,
'Twere deadly fickneffe, or else present death.
I prethee goe, and get me fome repast,
I care not what, so it be wholsome foode.
Gru. What fay you to a neats foote?

Kate. 'Tis paffing good, I prethee let me haue it.
Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate,
How fay you to a fat tripe finely broyl'd?
Kate. I like it well, good Grumia fetch it me.

Gru.

Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke. What fay 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 reft.
Gru. Nay then I will not, you fhall 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 muftard without the beefe.
Kate. Go get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flaue,

That feed'ft me with the verie name of meate.
Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of you

That triumph thus vpon my miferie :

Go get thee gone I fay.

Beats him.

Enter Petruchio, and Hortenfio with meate.

Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all a-mort?
Hor. Miftris, what cheere?

Kate. Faith as cold as can be.

Pet. Plucke vp thy fpirits, looke cheerefully vpon me. Heere loue, thou feeft how diligent I am,

To dreffe thy meate myfelfe, and bring it thee.

I am fure fweet Kate, this kindneffe merits thankes.
What, not a word? nay then thou lou'ft it not:
And all my paines is forted to no proofe.
Heere take away this dish.

Kate. I pray you let it stand.

Pet. The pooreft feruice is repaide with thankes, And fo fhall mine before you touch the meate.

Kate. I thanke you fir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are to blame : Come miftris Kate, Ile beare you companie.

Petr.

Pet. Eate it vp all Hortenfio, if thou louest mee: Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart:

Kate eate apace; and now my honie loue,

Will we return vnto thy fathers house,
And reuell it as brauely as the best,

With filken 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 haft thou din'd? The tailor ftayes thy leafure,
To deck thy bodie with his ruffling treasure,

Enter Tailor.

Come tailor, let vs see these ornaments

Enter Haberdafber.

Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you fir?
Fel. Heere is the cap your worship did bespeake.
Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,
A veluet difh fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy,
Why 'tis 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. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen weare fuch 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 fir I trust I may haue leaue to speak
And fpeake I will. I am no childe, no babe,
Your betters haue indur'd me fay my minde
And if you cannot, beft you ftop your eares,
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
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