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What, did he marry me, to famish me?

Away with it, come, let me have a bigger ! Beggars, that come unto my father's door,

Cath, I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, Upon entreaty, have a present alms;

Avd gentlewomen wear such caps as these. If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, But I,—who never knew, how to entreat,

And not till then. Nor never needed that I should entreat,

Hor. That will not be in haste.

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

Cath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed. And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
And that, which spites me more, than all these wants, Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;
He does it under name of perfect love;

And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat, My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. Or else my heart, concealing it, will break:
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast!

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

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

Pet. Why, thou say'st true: it is a paltry cap,
Cath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee let me have it! A custard-coflin, a bauble, a silken pie:
Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat.

I love thee well, in that thou lik’st it not.
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. And it I will have, or I will have none.
Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear, 'tis choleric.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay. —Come, tailor, let us see't!
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? Cath. A dish, that Ido love to feed upon.

What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon :
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

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

Why, what o’devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Hor. I sce, she's like to have neither cap, nor gown.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame : Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown

is made Come, mistress Kate, l'll bear you company. Just as my master had direction : Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovst me! Grumio gave order, how it should be done.

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

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

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

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

Gru. Thou hast faced many thingy.
With silken coats, and caps, and golden ringe,

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

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

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

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

Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied

Lay forth the gown! --What news with you, sir? Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew
Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did bespeak. me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bot-
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;

tom of brown thread: I said a gown.
A velvet dish ;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy: Pet. Proceed!
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,

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

Gru. I confess the cape.

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Tai. With a trunk sleeve;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


me Bianca for my patrimony! ,
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Ped. Soft, son! -
Gru. You are i’the right, sir; 'tis for my mistress. Sir, by your leave! Having come to Padua
Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use!

To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Gru. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
gown for thy master's use!

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

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

[Aside. No worse than I, sir,- upon some agreement,
Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more! Me shall you find most ready and most willing

Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
Take no unkindness of his hasty words:

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

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

Your plainness, and your shortness please me well.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:

Right true it is, your son Lucentio here For'tis the mind that makes the body rich;

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

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

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

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

Your son shall have my daughter with consent. 0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse

Tra. I thank


sir. Where then do you know best, For this poor furniture, and mean array.

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

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

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

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

And, happily, we might be interrupted.
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. – Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir:
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
And well we may come there by dinner time.


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

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

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

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

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

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

[Exeunt, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. Spray the gods she may, with all my heart! SCENE IV. – Padua. Before Baptista's house. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone! Enter Trasto,and the Pedani dressed like Vincentio. Signior Baptista, shalll lead the way?

Tra. Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived,

Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
Signior Baptista may remeniber me,

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

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

Bion. Cambio, And hold your own, in any case, with such

Luc. What say'st thon, Biondello?

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

Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Enter BiondELLO.

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

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Bion. Then thas. Baptista is safe, talking with the Happy the parents of so fair a child ! deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Happier the man, whom favourable stars Luc. And what of him?

Allotthee for his lovely bed-fellow! Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thou art not mad. supper.

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; Luc. And then?

And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Bion. The old priest at St Luke's church is at your Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, command at all hours.

That have been so bedazzled with the sun, Luc. And what ofall this?

That every thing I look on seemeth green:
Bion. I cannot tell ; except they are busied abont a Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father;
counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance of her, Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the church; Pet. Do, good old grandsire ; and withal, make known
--take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
witnesses !

We shall be joyful of thy company.
If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, Vin. Fair sir, -- and you my merry mistress,
But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. That with your strange eneounter much amaz’d me,
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?

My name is callid — Vincentio; my dwelling -- Pisa :
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an And boundlam to Padua, there to visit
afternoon, as she went to the garden for parsley to A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. Pet. What is his name?
My master hath appointed me to go to St Luke's to bid Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir.
the priest be ready to come, against you come with Pet. Happily met! the happier for thy son!
your appendix.

(Exit. And now by law, as well as reverend age,
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented; I may entitle thee - my loving father;
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,

Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
A public road.

Beside, so qualified as may beseem
Enter PeThuCHIO, Catharina, and Hortensio. The spouse of any noble gentleman,
Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
our father's !

And wander we to see thy honest son,
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
Cath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Pet. I say, it is the moon tliat shines so bright. Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Cuth. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Upon the company, you overtake?

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof!
Or ere I journey to your father's house:

For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. Goon, and fetch our horses back again!

[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Vincentio. Frermore cross'd, and cross'd, nothing but cross'd! Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
Cath. Forward, I pray, sinee we have come so far, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow, it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon,

Cuth. I know it is.

SCENE I. -- Padua. Before Lucentio's house.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Enter, on one side, Biondello, Lucentio, and BIANCA;
Cath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:- Gremio walking on the other side.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;

Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready,
Avd the moon changes, even as your mind.

Luc. Ifly, Biondello: but they may chance to need
What you will have it named, even that it is; thee at home, therefore leave us.
And so it shall be so, for Catharine,

Bion. Nay, faith, l'll see the church o'yonr back;
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. and then come back to my master as soon as I can.
Pet. Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,

(Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. And not unluckily against the bias.

Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.
But soft; what company is coming here?

Enter PetruchIO, Catharina, Vincentio, and Atten-
Inter Vincentio, in a travelling dress.

Good-morrow, gentle mistress! Where away?- Pet, Şir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,

[To Vincentio. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,

Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; Such war of white and red within her cheeks! I think, I shall command your welcome here, What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, And, by allikelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Gre. They're busy within,you had best knocă louder. Fair lovely maid, once more good-day to thee!

Enter Pedant above, at a window. Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake! Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman the gate? of him.

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Ped. He's

within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. Skeet,

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or Whither away; or where is thy abode?

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Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he, Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go shall need none, so long as I live.

to prison. Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney- Do you hear, sir? — to leave frivolous circumstan-catched in this business! I dare swear, this is the right ces, — I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father Vincentio. is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with Ped. Swear, if thou darest. him.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.
here looking out at the window.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Vin. Art thou his father?

Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him!
Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says,if I may believe her. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus’d. - 0
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincen.] why, monstrous villain!
this is flat knavery, to take apon you another man's Re-enter BIONDELLO, with Lucentio, and Blanca.

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and — Yonder heis; deny
Ped. Lay hands on the villain! I believe, 'a means him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Luc. Pardon, sweet father!

Vin. Lives my sweetest son ?
Re-enter Biondello.
Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God

[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? mine old

Bian. Pardon, dear father!

[Kneeling. master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought Far. How hast thou offended ?

Where is Lucentio?
to nothing.

Luc. Here's Lucentio,
Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp ! [Seeing Biondello.
Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir.

Right son unto the right Vincentio ;
Vin. Comehither, you rogue! What, have you for-While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
got me?
Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you,

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,

That fac'd and bray'd me in this matter so?
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never
see thy master's father, Vincentio ?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master ? yes,

Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Vin. Is't so, indeed?

[Beats Biondello.

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
Bion. Help, help, help!here's a madman will murder

While he did bear my countenance in the town;
[Exit. Unto the wished haven of my bliss:

And happily I have arriv'd at last
Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista !

(Exit from the window. Then pardon him, sweet father,
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;

Pet. Prythee Kate, let's stand aside, and see the


sake! end of this controversy.

[They retire.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent

me to the gaol. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Traxio, and Ser-Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you vants.

married my daughter without asking my good-will ? Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to : Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir? –0 But I willin to be revenged for this villainy. (Exit. immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a Bup. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. (Exit. velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!- Luc.Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. 0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian. husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at Gre. My cake is dough. But I'll in among the rest; the university.

Out of hope of all, - but my share of the feast. (Exit.
Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Petruchio and CATHARINA advance.
Bap. What, is the man lunatic?

Cath. Husband, let's follow,to see the end of this ado.
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, Cath. What, in the midst of the street?
what concerus it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?
my good father, I am able to maintain ii.

Cath. No, sir; God forbid !- but ashamed to kiss. Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Pet. Why, then let's home again ! - Come, sirralı, Bergamo.

let's away! Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir. Pray, what Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have Pet. Is not this well? - Come, my sweet Kate!
bronght him up ever since he was three year: old, and Better once than never, for never too late. (Exeunt,
his name is – Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio ; SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's house.
and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, A banquet set out. Enter Baptista, VINCENTIO, Gre-
signior Vincentio.

Mio, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, Bianca, PetrucHIO, CA-
Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murdered his master!
Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the dake's name'

THARINA, Hortensio, and Widow; Tranio, Bion

DELLO, Grumio, and others, attending. O, my son, my son !- tell me, thou villain, where is Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: my son Lucentio ?

And time it is, when raging war is done,
Tra, Call forth an officer: (Enter one with an off-To smile at’scapes and perils overblown.-
cer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol! - Father Bap- My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
tista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:
Vin. Carry me to the gaol !

Brother Petruchio, - sister Catharina,
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

And thon, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, –

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My banquet is to close our stomachs up,

Luc. A hundred, then.
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down! Hor. Content.
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat [They sit at table. Pet. A match ; 'tis done.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Hor. Who shall begin ?
Bup. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Luc. That will l. - Go,
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me!
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true.

Bion. Igo.

[Exit. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.

Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself, Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;

Re-enter BiondeLLO.
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

How now! what news?
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word,
Pet. Roundly replied.

That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Cath. Mistress, how mean you that?

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Wid. Thus Iconceive by him.

Is that an answer?
Pet. Conceives by me! – How likes Hortensio that?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended ! Kiss him for that, good Pet. I hope, better.

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
widow !
Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns to come to me forthwith.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife

(Exit Biondello. round:

Pet. O, ho! entreat her!
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Nay, then she must needs come.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Hor. I am afraid, sir,
Measuręs my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Cath. A very mean meaning!

Re-enter BIONDELLO. Wid. Right, I mean you.

Now, where's my wife? Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; Pet. To her, Kate!

She will not come; she bids you come to her. Hor. To her, widow !

Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come ! O vile,
Pet. A hundred
marks, my Kate does put her down. Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;

Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Hor. That's my
Say, I command her to come to me.

(Exit Grumio. Pet. Spoke like an officer !- Ha'to thee, lad!

Hor. I know her answer. (Drinks to Hortensio.

Pet, What?
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?

Hor. She will not come.
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Biun. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Catharina !
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep. Cath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?

Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Cath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands; And then pursue me, as you draw your bow:

Away, I say, and bring them hither straight! You are welcome all.

(Exit Catharina. (Exeunt Bianca, Catharina, and Widow. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Pet, She hath prevented me. – Here, signior Tranio, Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
Therefore, a health to all, that shot and miss'd.

An awful rule, andright supremacy;
Tra., 0, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Bap. fvow fair Befalthee, good Petruchio!
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.

The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself ;

Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns. 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Another dowry to another daughter; Bap. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.

For she is chang'd as she had never been. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Trapio.

Pet. Nay, i will win my wager better yet; Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?

And show more sign of her obedience, Pet. 'A has a little gall’d me, I confess;

Her new-built virtue and obedience. And as the jest did glance away from me,

Re-enter CATHARINA, with Blanca, and Widow.
'Tis ten to one, it maim'd you two outright. See, where she comes: and brings your froward wives

Bap.Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, As priseners to her womanly persuasion. -
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, for assurance, off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
Let's each one send unto his wife;

Catharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down. And he, whose wife is most obedient

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, To come at first, when he doth send for her,

Till be brought to such a silly pass ! Shall win the wager, which we will propose.

Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you

this? Hor. Content! - what is the wager?

Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too. Luc. Twenty crowns.

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Pet. Twenty crowns !

Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper

time. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

Biun. The more fool you, for laying on my daty,

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