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Nath. How now, old lad!

Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd Gru. Welcome, you ; how now, you ; what, knave! you ; fellow, you ; and thus much for greeting: Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ? all things neat ?

What's this ? mutton ? Nath. All things is ready. How near is our First Serv.

Ay. master ?


Who brought it ? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this ; and Peter.

1. therefore be not--Cock's passion, silence! I Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. hear my master.

122 What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook!

How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

And serve it thus to me that love it not? Pet. Where be these knaves ? What! no man There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all. 19 at door

Throws the meat, etc. at them. To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse.

You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves ! Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?

What! do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet : Pet. Here, sir! here, sir ? here, sir ! here, sir! The meat was well if you were so contented. You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms !

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried What ! no attendance? no regard ? no duty ?

away, Where is the foolish knave I sent before ? And I expressly am forbid to touch it, Gru. Here, sir ; as foolish as I was before.

For it engenders choler, planteth anger; Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt- And better 'twere that both of us did fast, horse drudge !

Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended,

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And for this night we 'll fast for company. And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel, Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. There was no link to colour Peter's hat,


and CURTIS. And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing,

Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like? There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and

Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Re-enter CURTIS.
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly ;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

Gru. Where is he?
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Curt. In her chamber, making a sermon of Ereunt Scrrants. continency to her;

And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor Where is the life that late I led ?

soul, Where are those— ? Sit down, Kate, and wel. Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,

And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Soud, soud, soud, soud !

Away, away! for he is coming hither. Exeunt. Re-enter Servants, with supper.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO. Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, ke And 'tis my hope to end successfully.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, merry. Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains ! And till she stoop she must not be full-gorg'd,

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, When ?

For then she never looks upon her lure.
It was the friar of orders grey,

Another way I have to man my haggard,
As he forth walked on his way :-

To make her come and know her keeper's call;

That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry : Take that, and mend the plucking off the other. She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; *

That bate and beat and will not be obedient.

Strikes him. Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you As with the meat, some undeserved fault Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho! Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :

I'll find about the making of the bed ;
Exit Servant.

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted Ay, and amid this hurly I intend

This way the coveriet, another way the sheets: with. Where are my slippers ? Shall I have some water? And in conclusion she shall watch all night :

That all is done in reverent care of her ;
Enter a Servant with a basin and cwer.

And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl,

And with the clamour keep her still awake. 910 Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness ; You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? And thus i'll curb her mad and headstrong

Strikes him. humour. Kath. Patience, I pray you ; 'twas a fault un- He that knows better how to tame a shrew, willing.

Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. Erit.






my heart.


I pray,


Tra. Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. SCENE II.Padua. Before BAPTISTA's House. Bian. The taming-school ! what, is there such Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

a place?

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; Tra. Is it possible, friend Licio, that Mistress That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, Bianca

To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

tongue. I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

Enter BIONDELLO, running.
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. Bion. O master, master! I have watch'd so long

They stard aside. That I am dog-weary ; but at last I spied

An ancient angel coming down the hill

Will serve the turn. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you

read? Tra.

What is he, Biondello ? Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant, me that.

I know not what ; but formal in apparel, Luc. I read that I profess, the Art to Love. In gait and countenance surely like a father. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your Luc. And what of him, Tranio ? art!

Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale, Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,

They retire. 10 And give assurance to Baptista Minola, Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, As if he were the right Vincentio.

Take in your love, and then let me alone. You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca

Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA, Lor'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!

Enter a Pedant. I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Ped. God save you, sir ! Hor. Mistake no more : I am not Licio,


And you, sir! you are welcome. Nor a musician, as I seem to be,

Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest ? But one that scorns to live in this disguise, Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two; For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

But then up further, and as far as Rome; And makes a god of such a cullion:

And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life. know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.

Tra. What countryman, I pray ?

I Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Ped.

Of Mantua. Of your entire affection to Bianca ;

Tra. Of Mantua, sir ? marry, God forbid ! And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, And come to Padua, careless of your life? I will with you, if you be so contented,

Ped. My life, sir ! how, I pray ? for that goes Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

hard. Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua Lucentio,

To come to Padua. Know you not the cause ? Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Your ships are stay'd at Venice ; and the duke, Nerer to woo her more; but do forswear her, For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him, As one unworthy all the former favours

Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly. That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

'Tis marvel, but that you are but newly come, Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. Never to marry with her though she would entreat. Ped. Alas ! sir, it is worse for me than so; Fie on her ! see how beastly she doth court him. For I have bills for money by exchange Hor. Would all the world but he had quite From Florence, and must here deliver them. 90 forsworn!

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, This will I do, and this I will advise you.
I will be married to a wealthy widow

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa ?
Ere three days pass, which hath as long lov'd me Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been ;
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard. Pisa renowned for grave citizens.
And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ?
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him
Shall win my love : and so I take my leave, A merchant of incomparable wealth.
In resolution as I swore before.

Exit. Tra. He is my father, sir ; and, sooth to say, Tra, Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. 100 As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!

Bion. Aside. As much as an apple doth an Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,

oyster, and all one. And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both This favour will I do you for his sake; forsworn me ?

And think it not the worst of all your fortunes Tra. Mistress, we have.

That you are like to Sir Vincentio. Luc.

Then we are rid of Licio. His name and credit shall you undertake, Tra. I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, 50 And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd. That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day, Look that you take upon you as you should I Bian. God give him joy !

You understand me, sir; so shall you stay Tra. Ay, and he 'll tame her.

Till you have done your business in the city. 110 Bian.

He says so, Tranio. / If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.




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Ped. O! sir, I do; and will repute you ever Kath.

I pray you, let it stand. The patron of my life and liberty.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good. And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. This, by the way, I let you understand :

Kath. I thank you, sir. My father is here look'd for every day,

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame. To pass assurance of a dower in marriage Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company, 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here : Pet. Aside. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou In all these circumstances I 'll instruct you.

lov'st me. Go with me to clothe you as becomes you. Exeunt. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!

Kate, eat apace: and now, my honey love,
SCENE III.--A Room in PETRUCHIO's House. Will we return unto thy father's house,

And revel it as bravely as the best,

With silken coats and caps and golden rings, Gru. No, no, forsooth ; I dare not for my life. With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things: Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite With scarfs and fans and double change of appears.

bravery, What I did he marry me to famish me?

With amber bracelets, beads and all this knavery. Beggars, that come unto my father's door, What ! hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy Upon entreaty have a present alms ;

leisure, If not, elsewhere they meet with charity : To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. But I, who never knew how to entreat,

Enter Tailor.
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep ;

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed. Lay forth the gown.
And that which spites me more than all these

Enter Haberdasher.
He does it under name of perfect love;

What news with you, sir As who should say, if I should sleep or eat

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. "Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; I prithee go and get me some repast;

A velvet dish: fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy : I care not what, so it be wholesome food. Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell, Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap : Kath. 'Tis passing good : I prithee let me have Away with it! come, let me have a bigger it.

Kath. I'll have no bigger: this doth fit thetime, Gru, I fear it is too choleric a meat.

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd ?

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one Kath. I like it well : good Grumio, fetch it me.

too; Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear 'tis choleric.

And not till then.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ? Hor. Aside. That will not be in haste.
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.

Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak,
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Kath. Why then, the beef, and let the mustard Your betters have endur'd me say my mind,

And if you cannot, best you stop your ears. Gru. Nay then, I will not: you shall have the My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, mustard,

Or else my heart, concealing it, will break : Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

And rather than it shall, I will be free Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Gru. Why then, the mustard without the beef. Pet. Why, thou say'st true ; it is a paltry car, Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie. slave,

Beats him. 51

I love thee well in that thou lik'st it not. That feed'st me with the very name of meat.

Kath. Love me or love me not, I like the car, Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you,

And it I will have, or I will have none. That triumph thus upon my misery!

Exit Haberdasher. Go, get thee gone, I say.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay : come, tailor, let us

see't. Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat, and HORTENSIO.

0, 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?

Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Hor. Mistress, what cheer ?

Like to a censer in a barber's shop. Kath.

Faith, as cold as can be. Why, what, i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon

Hor. Aside. I see, she's like to have neither

cap nor gown. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, To dress thy meat myself and bring it thee : 40 According to the fashion and the time. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remember'd, thanks.

I did not bid you mar it to the time. 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.

For you shall hop without my custom, sir. Here, take away this dish.

I'll none of it : hepcel make your best of it.





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
of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou

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!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd: the gown is

Thou thimble,

nail !

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me ;
And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

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


Just as my master had direction.
Grumio gave order how it should be done.


Gru. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
Tai. I have.

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.

Gru. The note lies in's throat if he say I said so.
Tai. Imprimis, A loose-bodied gown.

Gru. Master, if ever I said 'loose-bodied gown,' sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread. I said a gown. Pet. Proceed,

Tai. With a small compassed cape.

Gru. I confess the cape.

Tai. With a trunk sleeve.


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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-

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, fie!


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
fat r's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments.




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To the Pedant. Sir, this is the gentleman I told

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to

you of.


the supper.



to say,



I pray you, stand good father to me now,

Luc. And then ? Give me Bianca for ny patrimony.

Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church Ped. Soft, son!

is at your command at all hours. Sir, by your leave : having come to Padua

Luc. And what of all this? To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio Bion. I cannot tell, except they are busied Made me acquainted with a weighty cause about a counterfeit assurance : take you assurOf love between your daughter and himself : ance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum And, for the good report I hear of you,

solum. To the churchl take the priest, clerk, And for the love he beareth to your daughter, and some sufficient honest witnesses. And she to him, to stay him not too long, If this be not that you look for, I have no more I am content, in a good father's care, 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

Luc. Hearest thou, Biondello? Me shall you find ready and willing

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench marWith one consent to have her so bestow'd ; ried in an afternoon as she went to the garden For curious I cannot be with you,

for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say : me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be Your plainpess and your shortness please me well. ready to come against you come with your Right true it is, your son Lucentio here 40 appendix.

Erit, Doth love my daughter and she loveth him, Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented : Or both dissemble deeply their affections : She will be pleas'd; then wherefore should I And therefore, if you say no more than this,

doubt? That like a father you will deal with him Hap what hap may, I 'll roundly go about her: And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, It shall go hard if Cambio go without her. Erit. The match is made, and all is done : Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

SCENE V.- A public RoadTra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO We be affied and such assurance ta'en

and Scrrants. As shall with either part's agreement stand ? 50 Pet. Come on, i' God's name; once more toBap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you ward our father's. know,

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants.

moon! Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still,

Kath. The moon! the sun: it is not moonAnd happily we might be interrupted.

light now. Tra. Then at my lodging an it like you :

Pet. I say it is the moon that shines so bright. There doth my father lie, and there this night Kath. I know it is the sun that shines so bright. We'll pass the business privately and well. Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's Send for your daughter by your servant here ; myself, My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, The worst is this, that at so slender warning, 60 Or ere I journey to your father's house. You 're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Go one, and fetch our horses back again.

Bap. It likes me well : Cambio, hie you home, Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but And bid Bianca make her ready straight;

cross'd ! And, if you will, tell what hath happened: Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

K’ath. Forward, I pray, since we have come And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

so far, Bion. I pray the gods she may, with all my And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. heart!

An if you please to call it a rush.candle, Ira. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Pet. I say it is the moon. Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer. 70 Kath.

I know it is the moon. Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.

Pet. Nay, then you lie ; it is the blessed sun. Bap. I follow you.

K’ath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun: Ereunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. But sun it is not when you say it is not, Bion. Cambio !

And the moon changes even as your mind. Luc. What sayest thou, Biondello ?

What you will have it nam’d, even that it is ; Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon And so it shall be so for Katharine. you ?

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Pet. Well, forward, forward ! thus the bowl Bion. Faith, nothing: but has left me here should run, behind to expound the meaning or inoral of his And not unluckily against the bias. signs and tokens.

But soft! what company is coming here !
Luc. I pray thee, moralise them.
Bion. Then thus.

Baptista is safe, talking
with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. To VINCENTIO. Good morrow, gentle mistress .
Luc. And what of him ?

where away?


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