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 pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous."

[Exeunt Petrucio, Katharina, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petrucio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-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 Petrucio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the market place; 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 knock louder.

Enter Pedant above at a window.

Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? [the gate? 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 well 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 is here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father?

[her. Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe 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 counte

nance.

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. [forgot me? Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have you 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! here 's a madman will murder me, [Exit.

Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?

Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! -O, 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 cerns it you if I wear 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, mad ass! His name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his 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.

Officer.] Carry this mad knave to the gaol :-Father
Tra. Call forth an officer: Enter one with an
Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.
Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Bap, Talk not, signior Gremio. I say he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business. I dare swear this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. [Lucentio. Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard: to the gaol with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus’d. O monstrous villain!

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. Vin.

[all!

[Kneeling. Lives my sweet son? [Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Bion. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. Bap. How hast thou offended? Where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio ; 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 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 bear my countenance in the town; And happily I have arrived 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 gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill? [go to: Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you: But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit.

Kath. Husband, let 's follow, to see the end of this Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. [ado. 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. [love, stay. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE II.A Room in Lucentio's House. A banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petrucio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. 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 Petrucio,-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.

widow.

Tranio,

[They sit at talle.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat.
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petrucio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. [true.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
[sense;
Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns
Pet. Roundly replied.
[round.
Kath.
Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good
[round:--
Kath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Vid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.
Kath. A very mean meaning.
Wid.
Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate!
Hor. To her, widow!
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her
Hor. That 's my office.
[down.
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
Have at you for a bitter jest or two. [begun,
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow:-
You are welcome all. [Ex. Bian., Kath., and Wid.
Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior
Tranio,

This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
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;

'T is thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Ohio, Petrucio, 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,
'T is ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petrucio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assurance,
Let 's each one send unto his wife;
And he, 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; 't is done. Luc. That will I.

Hor. Who shall begin?
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

[Exit.
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.
[Exit Biondello.
Pet.

O, ho! entreat her!

Nay, then she must needs come.
Hor.

I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Re-enter Biondello.

Now where 's my wife?

1

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come; she bids you come to her. Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come ! O vile, Intolerable, not to be endur'd! Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; Say I command her come to me. Hor. I know her answer.

Hor.

[Exit Grumio. Pet. What?

She will not. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter Katharina.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit Katharina.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
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 befal thee, good Petrucio;
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
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. [wives
Katharine, that cap of yours 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. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this?

Lue. I would, your duty were as foolish too :
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head-
strong 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 her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :
It blots thy beauty, as frosts do 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,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
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,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience,-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she 's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil, and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
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 compare,—
That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husbands' foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease! [me, Kate.
Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha 't.
Vin. 'T is a good hearing, when children are to-
ward.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froPet. Come, Kate, we 'll to bed: [ward. We three are married, but you two are sped. 'T was I won the wager, though you hit the white; [To Lucentio. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petrucio and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew.

Luc. "T is a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Exeunt.

ACT I.

VIOLENTA, MARIANA,

neighbours friends to the Widow.

and

Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine.

SCENE.- Partly in FRANCE and partly in TUSCANY.

far, would have made nature immortal, and death

Palace.

Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena, and Lafeu, in mourning. Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.

[dam?

Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam; -you, sir, a father: He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance. Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amend

ment?

Laf. He hath abandoned his physician, madam; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.

Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O, that had how sad a passage 't is !) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so

[of?

Ber, What is it, my good lord, the king languishes Laf. A fistula, my lord? Ber. I heard not of it before. Laf. I would it were not notorious.-Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises: her dispositions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, their commendations go with pity,-they are virtues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness. [tears. Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living. Hel. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. Laf. How understand we that? [father Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed thy In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord, 'T is an unseason'd courtier; good my lord, Advise him. Laf. He cannot want the best

That shall attend his love. Count. Heaven bless him!-Farewell, Bertram. [Exit. Ber. The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts [to Helena] be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make

much of her.

Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the credit of your father.

[Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu.
Hel. O, were that all!-I think not on my father;
And these great tears grace his remembrance more
Than those I shed for him. What was he like?
I have forgot him: my imagination
Carries no favour in 't but Bertram's.
I am undone; there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. It were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it, he is so above me :
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
The ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion

Must die for love. 'T was pretty, though a plague,
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart too capable
Of every line and trick. of his sweet favour:
But now he 's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here?

Enter Parolles.

One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak i' the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Par. Save you, fair queen.

Hel. And you, monarch.

Hel. And no.

Par. No.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you; let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him? Par. Keep him out.

Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance.

Par. There is none: man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.

Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowers up!-Is there no military policy how virgins might blow up men?

Par. There's little can be said in 't; 't is against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself is a virgin virginity murders itself; and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by 't: Out with 't: within ten year it will make itself two, which is a goodly increase; and the principal itself not much the worse: Away with 't. Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?

Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'T is a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept the less worth off with 't, while 't is vendible: answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch and the toothpick, which wear not now: Your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in your cheek: And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats drily; marry, 't is a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, 't is a withered pear: Will you anything with it? Hel. Not my virginity yet.

There, shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, a mistress, and a friend,
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
His faith, his sweet disaster: with a world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he-
I know not what he shall:-God send him well!-
The court 's a learning-place;-and he is one-
Par. What one, i' faith?

Hel. That I wish well.-'T is pity-
Par. What's pity?

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in 't,
Which might be felt: that we, the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And show what we alone must think; which never
Returns us thanks.

Enter a Page.

Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. [Exit.

Par. Little Helen, farewell: If I can remember
thee, I will think of thee at court.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a
charitable star. Par. Under Mars, 1.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?

Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you
must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Par. Why think you so?

Hel. You go so much backward when you fight.
Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: But the composition that your valour and fear makes in you is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.