Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, As with the meat, some undeserved fault I pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman kind! I tel thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, But one that scorn to live in this disguise, Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard And since mine eyes are witness of her light ness, I will with you,-if you be so contented,- ter; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. Enter BIONDELLO, running, Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied Tra. What is he, Biondello? Bion. Master, a mercatanté, or a pedant,t I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father. Luc. And what of him, Tranio ? Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale, I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio; And give assurance to Baptista Minola, As if he were the right Vincentio. Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Enter a PEDANT. Ped. God save you, Sir ! Tra. And you, Sir, you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest ? Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: But then up further; and as far as Rome; And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life. Tra. What countryman, I pray? Ped. Of Mantua. Tra. Of Mantua, Sir?-marry, God forbid ! And come to Padua, careless of your life? Ped. My life, Sir ! how, I pray? for that goes hard. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua; Know you not the cause? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come, • A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk You might have heard it else proclaimi'd about. was to pursue. To tame my wild hawk. ✰ Flutter. 6 Pretend. ¡Despicable fellow. P.d. Alas! Sir, it is worse for me than so; For I have bills for money by exchange From Florence, and must here deliver them. Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this will I advise you ;First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa? Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been; Pisa, renowned for grave citizens. Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of A merchant of incomparable wealth. [him; Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. [Aside. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake: And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to Sir Vincentio, His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd:Look, that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, Sir;-so shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, Sir, accept of it. Ped. O Sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty. Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. This, by the way, I let you understand ;My father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in PETRUCHIO'S House. Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my life. Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? He does it under name of perfect love; As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat, I care not what so it be wholesome food. Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st [Aside. me. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart! To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. Enter TAILOR. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer? A velvet dish;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy: Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell, A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap; And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. Hor. That will not be in baste. speak; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe : Kath. 'Tis passing good; 1 pr'ythee let me Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric. tard rest. cap, A custard coffin, † a bauble, a silken pie: And it I will have, or I will have none. o mercy, God! what masking stuff is bere? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor gown. [Aside. 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. Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble, [nail, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, 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 ; I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Tai. The sleeves curiously cut. Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill. commanded 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, and give me my mete-yard, || and spare not 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, fie, fie, tie ! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid :[Aside. Go take it hence; be gone, 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; So honour peereth in the meanest habit. Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock 1 say it is. Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the [Exeunt. sun. 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. Here comes Baptista:- set your countenance Sir. Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO, Signior Baptista, you are happily met :Sir, [To the PEDANT.] This is the gentleman I told you of; I pray you stand good father to me now, Ped. Soft, son ! Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd; and,-if you please to No worse than I, Sir,-upon some agreement, Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;- sent. Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you We be affied and such assurance ta'en, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir: And bid Bianca make her ready straight; Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee Bap. 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. [ 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. [E.cit. 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; SCENE V.-A public Road Enter PETRUCHIO, KAYHARINA, and HOR TENSIO Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more to- Good Lord, how bright and goodly [moon! shines the not moon shines so Pet. I say, it is the moon that Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. so far, And be it moon, or sun or what you please: Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. sun : But sun it is not, when you say it is not, Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. And not unluckily against the bias.- Rion. You saw my master wink and laugh Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away ?-upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? 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. of Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him? [To VINCENTIO. 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 : Happy the parents of so fair a child; Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd ; Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes Now I perceive thou art a reverend father; Which way thou travellest; if along with us, Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress,That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling- And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit 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 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 plea sure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Hor. I do assure, thee, father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and see the trath 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. ACT V. 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. 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 abɔve, 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; he shall need none, so long as I 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 bis 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 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 will murder me (Exit. 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? 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! 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, and ass! his name is Lacentio and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! Oh! he hath murdered bis master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name :-O 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 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. |