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ACT III.

SCENE I-A Room in Baptista's House.
Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA,
Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir;
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal?

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony;
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd!
Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And while I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And to cut off all strife, here sit we down:Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd. Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? [TO BIANCA. HORTENSIO retires. Luc. That will be never; tune your instrument. Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Here, madam:

Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus:

Hic steterat Priami regia celsa 'senis.

Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooings—Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon."

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.

Bian. Let's hear;

O fye! the treble jars.

[Returning. [HORTENSIO plays.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac

ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Luc.

All but the base. Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.

How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

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Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
Hor. You may go walk, [To LUCENTIO.] and
give me leave awhile:

My lessons make no music in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait, And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, Our fine musician groweth amorous.

[Aside

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learn the order of my fingering,

I must begin the rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [Reads.] Gam ut I am, the ground of all
accord,

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,
C faut, that loves with all affection;
D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I;
E la mi, show pity, or I die.

Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

[Exit.

And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
You know, to-morrow is the wedding day.
Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be
gone. [Exeunt BIANCA and Servant.
Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to
stay.
Hor.. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
Methinks, he looks as though he were in love:-
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,'
Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
[Exit.

SCENE II. Before Baptista's House. Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, Tranio, Katharina, BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants.

Brp. Signior Lucentio, [To TRANIO.] this is the 'pointed day That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, And yet we hear not of our son-in-law: What will be said? what mockery will it be, To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?

Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced

To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen:
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior:

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And, to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista, too;
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.

Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him
though!.

[Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
For such an injury would vex a saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humor.
Enter BIONDEllo.

Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of!

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?

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Bap. Is he come?

Bion. Why, no, sir.

Bup. What then?

Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here?

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Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?—
How does my father?-Gentles, methinks you
frown:

And wherefore gaze this goodly company;
As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day:
First were we sad, fearing you would not come;
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import

Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, there.

Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned, a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legg'd before, and with a half-check'd bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure," which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. O, sir, his lacquey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock' on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humor of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian foothoy, or a gentleman's lackey.

Tra. "Tis some odd humor pricks him to this
fashion;

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes.
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?

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And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.
But, where is Kate! I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes:
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done
with words;

To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
"Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss!
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO, and BIONDELLO.
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church.
Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.

[Exit
Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add
Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass,
As I before imparted to your worship,

I am to get a man,-whate'er he be,
It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn, -
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster

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Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
"Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say,-no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the grey-beard, Gremio;
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint' musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Re-enter GREMIO.

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home!

Gre. A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. I'll tell you, sir Lucentio: When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book: And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again?
Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd,
and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he; as if
He had been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storm:-Quaff'd off the muscadel,'
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,—

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And, after me, I know the route is coming;
Such a mad marriage never was before:
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Music.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAP-
TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for
your pains:

I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night?
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come:-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay;
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:

⚫ Strange.

It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony.

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Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself:-
"Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee be not angry. Kath. I will be angry: What hast thou to do? Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:I see, a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy comObey the bride, you that attend on her : [mand:Go to the feast, revel and domineer,

Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own:
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:-
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee.
Kate:

I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quict ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bian. That being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gre. I wariant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbors and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table,

You know, there wants no junkets' at the feast;-
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her sister's room.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen,
let's go.
[Exeunt

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ACT IV.

SCENE I.-- A Hall in Petruchio's Country House. Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed?" was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were I not a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me:-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself: for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis! Enter CURTIS.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire;

cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis..

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for mymaster and mistress are almost frozen to death. Curt. There's fire ready: And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching :Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving men in their new fustian, the white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news? Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

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came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress:

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled;' how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed Before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper;-with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho! you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Enter several Servants.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you;-how now, you;-what, you;-fellow, you-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all eady and all things neat?

Nath. All things are ready: How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not-Cock's passion, silence! -I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse! [door, Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?— You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! Where is the foolish knave I sent before? Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

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horse drudge!

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Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel; There was no link to color Peter's hat,

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;

The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.-
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
Where is the life that late I led- [Sings.
Where are those- -Sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Soud, soud, soud! 1

Re-enter Servants with Supper.

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and
CURTIS.

Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humor
Re-enter CURTIS.

Gru. Where is he?

Curt. In her chamber,

Making a sermon of continency to her:
And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak;
And sits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.
Re-enter PETRUCHIO.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:

Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;

merry.

Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains

When?

[Sings.

It was the friar of orders gray, As he forth walked on his way:Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: Take that, and mend the plucking off the other. [Strikes him. Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what, ho! Where's my spaniel Troilus?-Sirrah, get you hence,

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Where are my slippers?-shall I have some water? [A basin is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: [Servant lets the ewer fall. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet. A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate; sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?— What is this? mutton?

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Ay.

Who brought it?

I. Pet. "Tis burnt; and so is all the meat; What dogs are these?-Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it,

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,-
Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,-
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,

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And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure."
Another way have I to man my haggard,
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:-
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamor keep her still awake.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong hu-

mor:

[Exit.

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to shew.
SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They stund aside.

Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO.
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read!
Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me

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