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Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Kath. Young budding virgi fair and fresh and sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy abode?
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,
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal make known
Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.
Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd
My name is call'd Vincentio; my dwelling Pisa;
Lucentio, gentle sir. 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. 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.
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?
Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.
Pet. To VINCENTIO. Why, how now, gentleman! 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 countenance.
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
Enter Pedant, BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants. | That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so ?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
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
Tra. How now! what's the matter?
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 Tell me, duke's name. O my son, my son. thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ? Tra. Call forth an officer.
Bap. But do you hear, sir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good will?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, Exit. goto: but I will in, to be revenged for this villany. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Exit.
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. not frown. Gre. My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.
Enter one with an Officer.
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. 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 abused.
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and
Bion. O! we are spoiled; and yonder he is:
Where is Lucentio ?
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Pet. Is not this well?
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not A banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, Lucentio.
GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA,
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive
Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio, 120
Come, my sweet Kate: for never too late. Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in LUCENTIO'S
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
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 Luc.
Twenty crowns. 70 my sense :
Pel. Twenty crowns ! I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
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.
Luc. A hundred then. Pet. Roundly replied.
A match ! 'tis done. Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Hor. Who shall begin? Pet. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio Luc.
That will I. that?
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Bion. I go.
Exit. Pet. Very well mended. Kiss him for that, Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. good widow.
Luc. I 'll have no halves ; I'll bear it all myself. Kath. “He that is giddy thinks the world turns
Sir, my mistress sends you word shrew,
That she is busy and she cannot come. Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: Pet. How ! she is busy, and she cannot come ! And now you know my meaning.
Is that an answer ? Kath. A very mean meaning.
Ay, and a kind one too: Wid.
Right, I mean you. Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Pet. I hope, better. Pet. To her, Kate!
Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife Hor. To her, widow !
To come to me forthwith. Erit BIONDELLO. Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Pet.
O ho! entreat her! down.
Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. That 's my office.
I am afraid, sir, Pet. Spoke like an officer : ha' to thee, lad. Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Drinks to HORTENSIO.
Re-enter BIONDELLO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ?
Now, where's my wife? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bion. She says you have some goodly jest in Bian. Head and butt! an hasty-witted body
hand: Would say your headand butt were head and horn. She will not come: she bids you come to her. tin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come!
O vile, Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I 'll | Intolerable, not to be endur'd! sleep again.
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress ; say, Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have I command her come to me. Exit GRUMIO. begun,
I know her answer. Have at you for a bitter jest or two.
Pet. What? Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush; Hor. She will not. And then pursue me as you draw your bow. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. You are welcome all.
Enter KATHARINA. Ereunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Tranio;
Katharina ! This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not : Rath. What is your will, sir, that you send Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd. 51 for me? Tra. O sir! Lucentio slipp'd me, like his grey. Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife! hound.
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. Go fetch them hither: if they deny to come, Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus
Tra. "Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself: bands.
Erit KATHARINA. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Hor. And so it is. I wonder what it bodes. Pet. A' has a little gall’d me, I confess;
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet And, as the jest did glance away from me,
life, *Tis ten to one it maim'd rou two outright. An awful rule and right supremacy ;
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy? I think thou hast the reriest shrew of all.
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio! Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, forassurance, The wager thou hast won; and I will add Let's each one send unto his wife ;
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet, Hor. Content. What is the wager ?
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue of obedience.
But love, fair looks, and true obedience; See where she comes, and brings your froward Too little payment for so great a debt. wives
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. Even such a woman oweth to her husband; Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. And not obedient to his honest will,
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not : What is she but a foul contending rebel, Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? KATHARINA pulls ojf her cap, and I am asham'd that women are so simple
throws it down. To offer war where they should kneel for peace, Wid. Lord ! let me never have a cause to sigh, Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Till I be brought to such a silly pass !
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too : Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper- Should well agree with our external parts ? time.
129 Come, come, you froward and unable worms ! 170 Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. My mind hath been as big as one of yours, Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head. My heart as great, my reason haply more, strong women
To bandy word for word and frown for frown; What auty they do owe their lords and husbands. But now I see our lances are but straws, Wid. Come, come, you 're mocking : we will Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, have no telling.
That seeming to be most which we indeed least Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, Pet. I say she shall: and first begin with her. And place your hands below your husband's foot: Kuth. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening un.
In token of which duty, if he please, kind brow,
My hand is ready ; may it do him ease. And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, Pet. Why, there's a wench! Come on, and To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : 139
kiss me, Kate. It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair shalt ha't. buds,
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing when children are And in no sense is meet or amiable.
toward. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
froward. And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Pet. Come, Kate, we 'll to bed. Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. We three are married, but you two are sped. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, To LUCENTIO. 'Twas I won the wager, though Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, you hit the white; And for thy maintenance commits his body And being a winner, God give you good night! To painful labour both by sea and land,
Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Hor. Now go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and curst shrew, safe ;
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be And craves no other tribute at thy hands
SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the COUNTESS'S Palace.
Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, HELENA, and LAFEU, all in black.
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 advan tage 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 '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.
DIANA, Daughter to the Widow.
VIOLENTA, Neighbours and Friends to the MARIANA, S Widow.
Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
Laf. A fistula, my lord.
Ber. I heard not of it before.
gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon! Laf. I would it were not notorious. Was this
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.
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.
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.
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram; and succeed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness 70 Share with thy birthright! 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
That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,