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No worse than I, Sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here [well.
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections:
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done;
Your son shall have my daughter with con-

sent.

Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you
know best,

We be affied aud such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you
know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still,
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir:
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bup. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you
home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell what hath happened :-
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my
heart!

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? [gone.
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa.

Bup. I follow you.

[Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello ?

If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say,

But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

[Going.

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
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:
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I
doubt?

Hap what may, I'll roundly go about her;
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her.

SCENE V.—A public Road

[Exit.

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But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
Aud so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl
should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.-
But soft; what company is coming here?
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress.

Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away ?upon you?

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

of

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral his signs and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him?

[TO VINCENTIO.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou bebeld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?-
?-
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to woman of him. the supper.

Luc. And then?

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,

Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is Whither away; or where is thy abode ? 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 church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses :

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Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art
not mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green :

Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal,

make kuown

Which way thou travellest; if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much ainaz'd me;

My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-
Pisa;

And bound I am to Padna; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin. 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 narried: 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 plea.

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SCENE 1.-PADUA.-Before LUCENTIO's

House. Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir: for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO,

and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,

My father's bears more toward the marketplace;

Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before

you go;

I think, I shall command your welcome here,
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

[Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best kuock louder.

Enter PEDANT above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate f

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, Sir?

Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal ?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; Le shall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, Sir 1-to leave frivolous circunstances,-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.

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

countenance.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

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.

[Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, bave you forgot 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, help! here's a madman [Exit. will murder me Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!

[Erit 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 servant ?

Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir 1-0 immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! Oh! 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 were pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O villain! be is a sailmaker 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, and ass! his name is Lucentio and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! Oh! he bath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, 1 charge you, in the duke's name :-O my son, my son 1-tell me, thon villain, where is my son Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail:Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

A hat with a conical crown.

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[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out.

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How bast thou offended ?—

Where is Lucentio ?

Luc. Here's Lucentio,

Right son unto the right Vincentio ;

[Kneeling.

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? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did hear my countenance in the
town;

And happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have
sent me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [Exit.

Bup. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. (Exit. 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. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

Kath. No, Sir; God forbid :-but ashamed to
kiss.

Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, let's away.

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.

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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. At last, 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.

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[They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Pe

truchio.

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Hor. That's my office.

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.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my

bush,

And then pursue me as you draw your bow:You are welcome all.

[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW. Pet. She bath prevented me.-Here, siguior Tranio,

&c.

A banque: was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, ↑ Dreads.

bands:

This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; | Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus-
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Tra. O Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey-
hound,

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.

[ance,

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no : and therefore, for assur.
Let's each one send unto his wife;
And be, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content :--What is the wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

Hor. Who shall begin?

Luc. That will I. Go,

Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

[Erit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca Comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

How now! what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come.

Pet. How she is busy, and she cannot come !

Is that an answer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :

Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello go, and entreat my
wife

To come to me forthwith.

[Erit BIONDELLO.

Pet. O ho! entreat her !
Nay, then she must needs come.
Hor. I am afraid, Sir,

Do what you can, your's will not be entreated.

Re-enter BION DELLO.

Now where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in band ;

Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit KATHARINA.

Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a won.

der.

Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,

An awful rule, and right supremacy ;

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and
happy.

Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio !
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience,

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 your's becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[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. Fie! 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 a hundred crowns since suppertime.

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.

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will

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 ber.

Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un

kind brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
buds;

And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, | Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty ; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, [vile | Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee,

She will not come; she bids you come to ber.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come ! O
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.

Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not come.

And for thy maintenance: commits his body
[Exit GRUMIO. To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;–
end.

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But that our soft conditions* and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts ?
Come, come, you froward and uuable worms!
My mind bath been as big as one of your's,
My heart, as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-
pare,-

That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, + for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's
foot:

In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease!

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Pet. Why, there's a wench 1-Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ba't.

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :-We three are married, but we 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 curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Exeunt.

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