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Gru, lane sthy me
What, did he marry me, to famish me?
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger ! Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Cath, I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
Avd gentlewomen wear such caps as these. If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, But I,—who never knew, how to entreat,
And not till then. Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Hor. That will not be in haste.
[Aside. Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep,
Cath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak;
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
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,
I love thee well, in that thou lik’st it not.
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay. —Come, tailor, let us see't!
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? Cath. A dish, that Ido love to feed upon.
What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon :
What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tari?
Why, what o’devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
(Aside. Cath, Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
[Beats him. According to the fashion, and the time. That feed'st me with the very name of meat.
Pet. Manry, and did; but if yon beremember'd, Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
I did not bid you mar it to the time. That triumphthus upon my misery!
Go, hop me over every kennel home, Go, get thee gone, I say.
For you shall hop without my custom, sir : Enter Petrucuo with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO. I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting all amort? Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable;
Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet
of her. [Sets the dish on a table. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou thread I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
thou thimble, What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, And all my pains is sorted to no proof:
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winder cricket thou: Here, take away this dish!
Brav'din mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
is made Come, mistress Kate, l'll bear you company. Just as my master had direction : Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovst me! Grumio gave order, how it should be done.
[Aside. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made? Kate, eat apace, — And now, my honey love,
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread. Will we return unto thy father's house,
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut? And revelit as bravely, as the best,
Gru. Thou hast faced many thingy.
Tai. I have.
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
tom of brown thread: I said a gown.
Tai. With a small compassed cape; A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Gru. I confess the cape.
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Cath, didit Pet.
Tai. With a trunk sleeve;
Now do your duty throughly, I advise yon;
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio !
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?
Here comes Baptista : set your countenance, sir ! Tui. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place
Enter Baptista and LUCENTIO.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met:
This is the gentleman I told you of;
me Bianca for my patrimony! ,
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Oflove between your daughter and himself:
I am content, in a good father's care,
[Aside. No worse than I, sir,- upon some agreement,
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
For curious I cannot be with you,
Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Bup. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say!-
Your plainness, and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here For'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, Or both dissemble deeply their affections: So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
And, therefore, if you say no more than this, What, is the jay more precious, than the lark, That like a father you will deal with him, Because his feathers are more beautiful?
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, Or is the adder better, than the eel,
The match is fully made, and all is done: Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Your son shall have my daughter with consent. 0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
Tra. I thank
sir. Where then do you know best, For this poor furniture, and mean array.
We beaffied; and such assurance ta’en, If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me!
As shall with either part's agreement stand? And therefore, frolic! we will hence forthwith, Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for you know, To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servauts. Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still;
And, happily, we might be interrupted.
pass the business privately and well. Cath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; Send for your daughter by your servant here, And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
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, I will not go to-day; and ere I do,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight,
And, if you will, tell what hath happened:
[Exeunt, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. Spray the gods she may, with all my heart! SCENE IV. – Padua. Before Baptista's house. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone! Enter Trasto,and the Pedani dressed like Vincentio. Signior Baptista, shalll lead the way?
Tra. Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
Bap. I follow you. Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where
Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. We were lodgers at the Pegasus.
Bion. Cambio, And hold your own, in any case, with such
Luc. What say'st thon, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon yon ? Austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, Ped. I warrant you: but, sir, here comes your boy; to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and 'Twere good, he were, school'd.
tokens. Tra. Fear you not him! — Sirrah, Biondello,
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them!
Tra. 'Tis well;
Pet. V buis me Ped. I
Bion. Then thas. Baptista is safe, talking with the Happy the parents of so fair a child ! deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Happier the man, whom favourable stars Luc. And what of him?
Allotthee for his lovely bed-fellow! Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thou art not mad. supper.
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; Luc. And then?
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Bion. The old priest at St Luke's church is at your Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, command at all hours.
That have been so bedazzled with the sun, Luc. And what ofall this?
That every thing I look on seemeth green:
We shall be joyful of thy company.
My name is callid — Vincentio; my dwelling -- Pisa :
(Exit. And now by law, as well as reverend age,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, 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. Goon, and fetch our horses back again!
[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Vincentio. Frermore cross'd, and cross'd, nothing but cross'd! Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
SCENE I. -- Padua. Before Lucentio's house.
Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready,
Luc. Ifly, Biondello: but they may chance to need
Bion. Nay, faith, l'll see the church o'yonr back;
(Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. And not unluckily against the bias.
Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter PetruchIO, Catharina, Vincentio, and Atten-
[To Vincentio. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; Such war of white and red within her cheeks! I think, I shall command your welcome here, What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, And, by allikelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Gre. They're busy within,you had best knocă louder. Fair lovely maid, once more good-day to thee!
Enter Pedant above, at a window. Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake! Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman the gate? of him.
Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir? Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Ped. He's
within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. Skeet,
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or Whither away; or where is thy abode?
two, to make merry withal?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he, Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go shall need none, so long as I live.
to prison. Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney- Do you hear, sir? — to leave frivolous circumstan-catched in this business! I dare swear, this is the right ces, — I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father Vincentio. is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with Ped. Swear, if thou darest. him.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him!
Bion. O, we are spoiled, and — Yonder heis; deny
[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? mine old
Bian. Pardon, dear father!
[Kneeling. master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought Far. How hast thou offended ?
Where is Lucentio?
Luc. Here's Lucentio,
Right son unto the right Vincentio ;
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and bray'd me in this matter so?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Vin. Is't so, indeed?
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arriv'd at last
(Exit from the window. Then pardon him, sweet father,
sake! end of this controversy.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent
me to the gaol. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Traxio, and Ser-Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you vants.
married my daughter without asking my good-will ? Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to : Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir? –0 But I willin to be revenged for this villainy. (Exit. immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a Bup. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. (Exit. velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!- Luc.Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. 0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good
[Exeunt Luc. and Bian. husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at Gre. My cake is dough. But I'll in among the rest; the university.
Out of hope of all, - but my share of the feast. (Exit.
Petruchio and CATHARINA advance.
Cath. Husband, let's follow,to see the end of this ado.
Cath. No, sir; God forbid !- but ashamed to kiss. Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Pet. Why, then let's home again ! - Come, sirralı, Bergamo.
let's away! Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir. Pray, what Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, do you think is his name?
Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have Pet. Is not this well? - Come, my sweet Kate!
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio ; SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's house.
Mio, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, Bianca, PetrucHIO, CA-
THARINA, Hortensio, and Widow; Tranio, Bion
DELLO, Grumio, and others, attending. O, my son, my son !- tell me, thou villain, where is Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: my son Lucentio ?
And time it is, when raging war is done,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:
Brother Petruchio, - sister Catharina,
And thon, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, –
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; | Bat twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred, then.
[Exit. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself, Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;
How now! what news?
That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Wid. Thus Iconceive by him.
Is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife
(Exit Biondello. round:
Pet. O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Re-enter BIONDELLO. Wid. Right, I mean you.
Now, where's my wife? Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; Pet. To her, Kate!
She will not come; she bids you come to her. Hor. To her, widow !
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come ! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
(Exit Grumio. Pet. Spoke like an officer !- Ha'to thee, lad!
Hor. I know her answer. (Drinks to Hortensio.
Hor. She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands; And then pursue me, as you draw your bow:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight! You are welcome all.
(Exit Catharina. (Exeunt Bianca, Catharina, and Widow. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Pet, She hath prevented me. – Here, signior Tranio, Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
An awful rule, andright supremacy;
The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns. 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Another dowry to another daughter; Bap. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
For she is chang'd as she had never been. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Trapio.
Pet. Nay, i will win my wager better yet; Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
And show more sign of her obedience, Pet. 'A has a little gall’d me, I confess;
Her new-built virtue and obedience. And as the jest did glance away from me,
Re-enter CATHARINA, with Blanca, and Widow.
Bap.Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, As priseners to her womanly persuasion. -
Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Catharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down. And he, whose wife is most obedient
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, To come at first, when he doth send for her,
Till be brought to such a silly pass ! Shall win the wager, which we will propose.
Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you
this? Hor. Content! - what is the wager?
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too. Luc. Twenty crowns.
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Pet. Twenty crowns !
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper
time. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Biun. The more fool you, for laying on my daty,