The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. And I expressly am forbid to touch it, 180 Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended, Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like? Gru. Where is he? Curt. In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Where are those? Sit down, Kate, and wel- Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, 189 And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Re-enter PETRUCHIO. And 'tis my hope to end successfully. not: As with the meat, some undeserved fault That all is done in reverent care of her; He that knows better how to tame a shrew, SCENE II.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is 't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the Art to Love. Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, 20 Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow 30 Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, 40 Exit. Tra. Mistress, we have. 70 Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale, Ped. God save you, sir! Of Mantua. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua Ped. Alas! sir, it is worse for me than so; Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been; Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ? Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Then we are rid of Licio. 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 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? Beggars, that come unto my father's door, If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: 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. What news with you, sir? Kath. 'Tis passing good: I prithee let me have Away with it! come, let me have a bigger Gru. Nay then, I will not: you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why then, the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, Beats him. 31 That feed'st me with the very name of meat. Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say. Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat, and HORTENSIO. 70 Kath. I'll have no bigger: this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too; And not till then. Hor. Aside. That will not be in haste. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak, And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Your betters have endur'd me say my mind, And if you cannot, best you stop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break: And rather than it shall, I will be free Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie. 90 I love thee well in that thou lik'st it not. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see 't. O, mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? all amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am 92 Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, cap nor gown. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, What! not a word? Nay, then thou lov'st it not, Go, hop me over every kennel home, And all my pains is sorted to no proof. Here, take away this dish. For you shall hop without my custom, sir. I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it. 100 Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable. Belike you mean to make a puppet of me. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. Tai. She says your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail! Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou! 110 Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread? Away! thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! Just as my master had direction. Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not me: I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it. 131 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. 150 Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i' the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! Pet. Aside. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. 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, 170 Even in these honest mean habiliments. 180 191 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 I say it is. Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the Exeunt. sun. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house: please it you that I call? Ped. Ay, what else? and but I be deceived Signior Baptista may remember me, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus. Tra. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case, With such austerity as 'longeth to a father. Enter BIONDELLO. Ped. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello, 10 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. Pet. Why, sir, what 's your conceit in that? think for: 161 Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie! Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met. To the Pedant. Sir, this is the gentleman I told I pray you, stand good father to me now, Ped. Soft, son! Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua 20 30 Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is 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. If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, To have him match'd; and if you please to like But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. No worse than I, upon some agreement Me shall you find ready and willing With one consent to have her so bestow'd; 40 Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say: We be affied and such assurance ta'en As shall with either part's agreement stand? 50 Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants. Tra. Then at my lodging an it like you: heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way ? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer. 70 Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa. Bap. I follow you. Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio! Luc. What sayest 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 hap may, I'll roundly go about her: SCENE V.-A public Road Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO and Servants. Pet. Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Kath. The moon! the sun: it is not moon- Pet. I say it is the moon that shines so bright. It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, 10 Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon And so it shall be so for Katharine. 20 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. To VINCENTIO. Good morrow, gentle mistress. where away? |