Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh Whither away, or where is thy abode ? 40 Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd, Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun That every thing I look on seemeth green : Which way thou travellest: if along with us, 50 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 Pisa; And bound I am to Padua, there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. What is his name? Lucentio, gentle sir. 60 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 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 all but HORTENSIO. 70 Hor. Well, Petruchio, this has 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. GREMIO discovered. Enter behind, BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA. Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is ready. I uc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home; therefore leave us. 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 Padua, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father? 31 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. Seeing BIONDELLO. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot me ? Bion. Forgot you! no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life. 51 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. Ped. Help, son! help, Signior Baptista. Exit above. Pet. Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. They retire. 61 Q Enter Pedant, 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? 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. T'ra. How now! what's the matter? 70 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? 80 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? Tra. Call forth an officer. Enter one with an Officer. 90 Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol! Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so? Made me exchange my state with Tranio, Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol. Bap. But do you hear, sir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good will! Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, goto: but I will in, to be revenged for this villany. Exit. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate: Better once than never, for never too late. 150 Exeunt. 100 SCENE II. The Same. A Room in LUCENTIO'S House. Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not A banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, Lucentio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard! to the gaol with him! GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow; TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending. Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense: I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. Luc. Pet. Twenty crowns! Twenty crowns. 70 I'll venture so much of my hawk, or hound, Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns But twenty times so much upon my wife. round. Pet. Roundly replied. Kath. 20 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 widow. Kath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:' I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: Kath. A very mean meaning. Wid. 30 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 down. Hor. That's my office. 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? 42 Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush; And then pursue me as you draw your bow. You are welcome all. Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. 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. 51 Tra. O sir! Lucentio slipp'd me, like his greyhound. Which runs himself, and catches for his master. 60 Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, forassurance, 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? Sir, my mistress sends you word 81 That she is busy and she cannot come. 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 Nay, then she must needs come. I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter BIONDELLO. Now, where's my wife? Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not: Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. KATHARINA pulis 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. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too : The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since suppertime. 129 Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong 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. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening un. kind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: 139 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, safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands 150 160 But love, fair looks, and true obedience; And being a winner, God give you good night! Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Hor. Now go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so Exeunt. 190 will SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband. Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection. 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. 12 Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment? Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, 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. 19 Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, -0, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis !-whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's disease. Laf. How called you the man you speak of, madam? 29 Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon. Laf. He was excellent indeed, madam: the king very lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly. He was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of? 40 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, there 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. 51 Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears. Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena; go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than have it. Hel. I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too. 61 Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue |