For then she never looks upon her lure. mour: He, that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. [Exit. 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 stand aside. Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that. Luc. I read that, I profess; the art to love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Hor. See, how they kiss and court !-Signior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio. Tra. I'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. Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place? Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the mas ter; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty longTo tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. Enter BIONDELLO, running. Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied Tra. What is he, Biondello? Bion. Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant, Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, 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? Ped. Of Mantua. Tra. 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. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua: Know you not the cause? 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. Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him; A merchant of incomparable wealth. 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, and all one. Aside. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, His name and credit shall you undertake, Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty. Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. 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. SCENE III-A room in Petruchio's house. Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. What, did he marry me to famish me? VOL. I. If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: He does it under name of perfect love; Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat :- Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. slave, Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding [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. Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully up on me. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks 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. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame: Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me. Aside 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, X With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. Enter Tailor. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sir? Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:- made Just as my master had direction: Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the 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 cape; Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;- Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i̇'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 should'st know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, 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 i'the right, sir; 'tis for my mis tress. 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 use! Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your Even in these honest mean habiliments; sun. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's house. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call? Tra. 'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Enter BIONDello. Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Now do your duty throughly, I advise you ; Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance, Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. This is the gentleman I told you of; Ped. Soft, son !— Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua Bap. 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 know best, We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants: Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sire And bid Bianca make her ready straight; Tra. Fear you not him.-Sirrah, Biondello, And, if you will, tell what hath happened Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him? Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then? Bion. The old priest at St Luke's church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum to the church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to St Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come, against you come with your appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. SCENE V.-A public road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HOR TENSIO. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. And if you please to call it a rush candle, Pet. I say, it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. sun : But sun it is not, when you say it is not; Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.— Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?— [To Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Kath. Young budding virgin, 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; 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. Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress, |