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Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO. Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How but well, sir? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine! in your dumps?

Kath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;
A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus: yourself and all the
world,

That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her:
If she be curst, it is for policy,

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For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience she will prove a second Grissel,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity;
And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

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Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark, Petruchio: she says she 'll see thee hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay then, good night our part.

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself:

If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curst in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

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How much she loves me: O! the kindest Kate.
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
O! you are novices: 'tis a world to see,
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure my Katharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say; but give me
your hands:

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

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Gre., Tra. Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu. I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA,

severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

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Bap. The gain I seek is, quiet in the match. Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter. Now is the day we long have looked for: I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

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Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can

guess.

Gre. Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I. Tra. Greybeard, thy love doth freeze. Gre. But thine doth fry. 380 Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I will compound this strife:

'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower Shall have my Bianca's love.

Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city

Is richly furnished with plate and gold:
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands; 340
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;

In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house or housekeeping: then, at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
And if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If whilst I live she will be only mine.

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Tra. That 'only' came well in. Sir, list to me: I am my father's heir and only son: If I may have your daughter to my wife, I'll leave her houses three or four as good, Within rich Pisa walls, as any one

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Old Signior Gremio has in Padua ;
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy,
That now is lying in Marseilles' road.
What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less Than three great argosies, besides two galliasses, And twelve tight galleys: these I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next. Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; And she can have no more than all I have: If you like me, she shall have me and mine. Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,

By your firm promise. Gremio is out-vied.

Bap. I must confess your offer is the best ; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me: 380 If you should die before him, where 's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil: he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die as well as old? Bap. Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolv'd. On Sunday next, you know,
My daughter Katharine is to be married:
Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to Signior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both. 390

Exit.

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thee

not:

Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and in his waning age
Set foot under thy table. Tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. Exit.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.
'Tis in my head to do my master good:
I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio
Must get a father, call'd 'suppos'd Vincentio';
And that's a wonder: fathers commonly
Do get their children; but in this case of wooing,
A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cun
ning.
Exit.

ACT III.

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SCENE I.-Padua. A Room in BAPTISTA's House.
Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA.
Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward,
sir.

Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal?
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass, that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd! 10
Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his studies or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And while I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double

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My lessons make no music in three parts.
Luc. Are you so formal, sir? Aside. Well, I
must wait,

And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Our fine musician groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. Bian. 'Gamut' I am, the ground of all accord, A re,' to plead Hortensio's passion; 'B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, 'C fa ut,' that loves with all affection: 'D sol re,' one clef, two notes have I: 'Ela mi,' show pity, or I die.

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Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

Luc. That will be never: tune your instrument. And help to dress your sister's chamber up:

Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Here, madam :

Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

Bian. Construe them.

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Luc. Hic ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio, hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love; Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing, Priami, is my man Tranio, regia, bearing my port, celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.

Hor. Returning. Madam, my instrument's in

tune.

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You know to-morrow is the wedding-day.
Bian. Farewell, sweet masters both: I must
Exeunt BIANCA and Servant.
Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to
stav.
Exit.

be gone.

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant: Methinks he looks as though he were in love. Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.

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Exit.

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And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
What will be said? what mockery will it be
To want the bridegroom when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth,
be forc'd

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To give my hand oppos'd against my heart
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen;
Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour;
And to be noted for a merry man,

He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say, Lo! there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.' 20
Tra. Patience, good Katharine,and Baptista too.
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word :
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal he 's honest.

Kath. Would Katharine had never seen him though!

Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA and others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep, For such an injury would vex a very saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

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Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here ?

Bion. When he stands where I am and sees you there.

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Tra. But say, what to thine old news? Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candlecases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken, points his horse hipped with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred; besides, possessed with the glanders and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back, and shouldershotten; near-legged before, and with a halfchecked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather, which, being restrained to keep him from stum. bling, hath been often burst and now repaired with knots; one girth six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. Bap. Who comes with him?

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Bion. O, sir! his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock

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As I wish you were.

Not so well apparell'd

Pet. Were it better, I should rush in thus. But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride? How does my father? Gentles, methinks you frown:

And wherefore gaze this goodly company,
As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your weddingday.

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First were we sad, fearing you would not come ;
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

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Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear :
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.
But where is Kate? I stay too long from her:
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent
robes :

Go to my chamber: put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done

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Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPWe will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and

Attendants.
Tra. But to her love concerneth us to add 130
Her father's liking: which to bring to pass,
As I before imparted to your worship,
I am to get a man,-whate'er he be,

It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn,—
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa,
And make assurance here in Padua
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
"Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business.
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola,
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

Re-enter GREMIO.

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TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for
your pains:

I know you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave. 190
Bap. Is 't possible you will away to-night?
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come.
Make it no wonder if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence; and farewell to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.
Gre.

Pet. It cannot be. Kath.

Pet. I am content. Kath.

Let me entreat you.

Let me entreat you.

Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay, 15 But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Signior Gremio, came you from the church? Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?

Gre. A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest 160 Should ask, if Katharine should be his wife, 'Ay, by gogs-wouns,' quoth he; and swore so loud,

That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book;
And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,

This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff

That down fell priest and book and book and priest:

'Now take them up,' quoth he, 'if any list.' Tra. What said the wench when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and swore,

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As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: A health!' quoth he, as if
He had been aboard, carousing to his mates
After a storm; quaff'd off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck,
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack
That at the parting all the church did echo: 181
And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming:
Such a mad marriage never was before.
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. Music.

Pet.

Grumio, my horse! Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses.

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Kath. I will be angry: what hast thou to do! Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. 220 Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com. mand.

Obey the bride, you that attend on her;
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves.
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret ;
I will be master of what is mine own.
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua. Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.
Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch
thee, Kate:

I'll buckler thee against a million.

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Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

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Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me; but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis.

Enter CURTIS.

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Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. O ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water. 21

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but, thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?

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Curt. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire. Do thy duty, and have thy duty, for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news.

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Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed, that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. 85 Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them court'sy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horsetail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

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Gru. Why, Jack, boy! ho, boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.

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Curt. Come, you are so full of cony-catching.

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

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