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Nor a musician, as I seem to be;

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion* :
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.
Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca; [ness,
And since mine eyes are witness of her light-
I will with you,-if you be so contented,—
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-
Signior Lucentio,

him.

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow-
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned
oath,-
[treat:
Ne'er to marry with her though she would en-
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court
[forsworn!
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow, [me,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long loved
As I have loved this proud disdainful haggard:
And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and
BIANCA advance.
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! [grace
Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.
Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both
Tra. Mistress,
we have. [forsworn me?
Luc.
Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian.
He says so, Tranio.
Tru. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-
[such a place?
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the

school.

master;

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering

tongue.

As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God save you, sir!

Tra. And you, sir! you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest? Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: But then up further; and as far as Rome; And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life. Tra. What countryman, I pray? Of Mantua. Trd. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life? Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.

Enter BIONDELLO, running.
Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied [long
An ancient angelt coming down the hill,

Will serve the turn.

Tra.

What is he, Biondello?

Ped.

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua; Know you not the canse? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so; For I have bills for money by exchange From Florence, and must here deliver them. Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this will I advise you ;First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa? Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been ;* Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

[tio?

Tra. Among them, know you one VincenPed. I know him not, but I have heard of A merchant of incomparable wealth. [him; Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, [Åside. and all one. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to sir Vincentio.

His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodged;Look, that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, sir;-so shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty.

[good.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter 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, sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

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Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant, SCENE III. A Room in Petruchio's House.

I know not what; but formal in apparel,

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Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ;
And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

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Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my

life: [appears: Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite What, did he marry me to famish me?

A merchant, or a schoolmaster.

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Beggars, that come unto my father's door, Upon entreaty, have a present alms; If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: But I,-who never knew how to entreat,Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep: With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed: [wants, And that which spites me more than all these He does it under name of perfect love; As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat, 'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. 1 pr'ythee go, and get me some repast; I care not what, so it be wholesome food. Gru. What say you to a neat's foot? Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat :How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd? Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch

it me.

tard rest.

Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard? Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mus[the mustard, Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have Or else you get no beef of Grumio. [wilt. Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou Gru.Why,then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. 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. Eater PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, Hor. Mistress, what cheer? [all amort? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.

thanks.

Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
[Sets the dish on a table.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits
[not;
What, not a word? Nay, then, thou lovest it
And all my pains is sorted to no proof:-
Here, take away this dish.
Kath.
Pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with
thanks;

And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Kath. I thank you, sir.
[blame!
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest
[Aside.

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Much good, do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat apace:And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house;
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,

• Dispirited; a gallicism. term for raised crust.

things;

With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and
[bravery,
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this
kuavery.
[leisure,
What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy
To deck thy body with his ruling treasure.
Enter Tailor.
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments ;
Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you,
sir?
[speak.
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did be
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
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
And not till then.
[one too,
Hor. That will not be in haste. [Aside.
Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave

to speak;

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured 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
custard-coffin §, a bauble, a silken pie: [cap;
I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the
And it I will have, or I will have none. [cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay:-Come, tailor,
let us see't.

A

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here! What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carved like an apple-tart? Here's snip,and nip,and cut,and slish, and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop:- [this? Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap

nor gown. [Aside. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remem I did not bid you mar it to the time. {ber'd, Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my custom, sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.

Kuth, I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more com mendable:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me, Pet. Why, true; he means to make a pap pet of thee..

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. [thon thread, Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thon liest, Thou thimble,

+ Finery. $ Rustling. 6. A coffin was the culinary These censers resembled our brasiers in shape.

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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 livest!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown
Just as my master had direction: [is made
Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the
[made?
Tai. But how did you desire it should be
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things t.
Tai. I have.

stuff

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 his 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 capet,
Gru. I confess the cape.

Tai. With a trunk sleeve;
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I 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 shouldst know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard ý, 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 d'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 nse!

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!

Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor
paid :-

Be-measure.

[Aside.

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Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to

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your father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
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. Idare 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 sun.
[Exeunt.
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 ĺ 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
Twere good, he were school'd. [your boy;
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you;
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Tra. But hast thou done thine errand to
Baptista?
[Venice;
Bion. I told him, that your father was at
And that you look'd for him this day in Padu 1.
Tra. Thou'rt a talk¶ fellow; hold thee that
to drink..
(sir.-
Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance,
*. A round cape.

+. Turned up many garments with facings.
6 Measuring-yard. 11. || Appeareth. ¶ Brave.

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Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself;
And, for the good report I hear of you;
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him,-to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care, [like
To have him matched; and,-if you please to
No worse than I, sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestow'd';'
For curious I cannot be with you,150
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. I

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say :-Your plainness, and your shortness, please me Right true it is, your son Lucentio here [well. Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Or both dissemble deeply their affections: And, therefore, if you say no more than this, That like a father you will deal with him, And passt my daughter a sufficient dower, The match is fully made, and all is done: Your son shall have my daughter with consent. Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best,

We be affied; and such assurance talen,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you
know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still":
And, happily, we might be interrupted,

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir: There doth my father lie; and there, this night, We'll pass the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your servant here, My boy shall fetch the scrivener présently. The worst is this, that, at so slender warning, You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Bap. It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell what hath happened:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my [gone.

heart!

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa. Bay. I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio.Luc. What say?st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? - langt i e9a0, DHI

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Kuth! Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed But sun it is not, when you say it is not; [sun: And the moon changes, even as your mind. What you will have it named, even that it is; And so it shall be so, for Katharine.

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, in a travelling dress.
Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?
[To VINCENTIO.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?
Fair lovely maid,once more good day to thee:
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make
a woman of him.

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and
fresh, and sweet,

Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou
art not mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known

Which way thou travellest; if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

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Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress,→→ That with your strange: encounter much amazed me; (Pisa; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwellingAnd bound I am to Padua ; there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. What is his name?.. Vin. 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 grieved; 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. [sure, Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleaLike 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 PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and VINCENTIO.

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.

Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit.

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Enter Pedant above, at a window... Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate!

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be. spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to your self; he shall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell sig. nior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

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Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. 、、 Vin. Art thou his father ?!

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may

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