Was it not, to refresh the mind of man, Her. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Luc. Here, madam : Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ; Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, -Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;Hie steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port, celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.2 Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Bian. Let's hear; O fie! the treble jars. [Returning. [Hortensio plays. 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 pily, or I die. Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not: Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. And help to dress your sister's chamber up; Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be [Exeunt Bianca and Servant. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to [Exit. gone. stav. 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,s Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Exit. SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's house. Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katharina, Bianca, Lucentio, and attendants." Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tranio.] this is the 'pointed day That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac And yet we hear not of our son-in-law: 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. What will be said? what mockery will it be, Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, 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. acides Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. My lessons make no music in three parts. [Aside. Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. No schoolboy, liable to be whipped. Unto a mad-brain'd rudesby, full of spleen ; Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, 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 humour. 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? Bap. Is he come! (3) Pedant. Bion. Why, no, sir. Bion. He is coming. Bap. When will he be here? Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself? Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice Though in some part enforced to digress:5 turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword As you shall well be satisfied withal. ta'en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her; and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and robes; 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 spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shouldershotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half- To me she's married, not unto my clothes: checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather: Could I repair what she will wear in me, which, being restrained to keep him from stum-As I can change these poor accoutrements, bling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with "Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's But what a fool am I, to chat with you, crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there And seal the title with a lovely kiss? pieced with packthread. Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. O, sir, his lackey, 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 humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey. Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd. Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. [Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. [Erit. I am to get a man,-whate'er he be, It skills not much: we'll fit him to our turn,— Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he And make assurance, here in Padua, comes. Bion. Why, sir, he comes not. Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes? Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Of greater sums than I have promised. Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; on his back. Bap. Why, that's all one. Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. Enter Petruchio and Grumio. Which once perform'd, let all the world say-no, Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at All for my master's sake, Lucentio. home? 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, in- A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. (3) Velvet. (4) Stocking. That all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book: As if the vicar meant to cozen him. He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he; as if But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, [Music. 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; And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? If she had not a spirit to resist. mand: -- Obey the bride, you that attend on her: or go hang yourselves; I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Grumio. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets at the feast ;- Pet. I must away to-day, before night come:And let Bianca take her sister's room. Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, You would entreat me rather go than stay. To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife: Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. Pet. It cannot be. Let me entreat you. Let me entreat you. Pet. I am content. Grumio, my horses. Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses. Kath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; 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, (1) It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, [Exeunt. let's go. ACT IV. SCENE I-A hall in Petruchio's country house. Enter Grumio. Gru. Fie, fie, 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 not I 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 may'st 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? 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 my master 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. Gru. Call them forth. Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. Gru. Welcome, you;-how now, you;-what, you;-fellow, you; and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? Nath. All things is ready: How near is our master? 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, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and thereon? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, fore be not,Cock's passion, silence!—I hear 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. Curt. How? my master. Enter Petruchio and Katharina. Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door, To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse? Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? thereby hangs a tale. Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio. Curt. Here. Gru. There. [Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my mastsr riding behind my mis tress: All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse gory; fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoil-Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. ed; how he left her with the horse upon her; how Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she [Exeunt some of the Servants. [Sings. waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how Where is the life that late I led— he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed be- Where are those- -Sit down, Kate, and welcome. fore; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how Soud, soud, soud, soud! Re-enter Servants, with supper. her bridle was burst;2 how I lost my crupper ;with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be to thy grave. merry. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? she. It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings. Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of As he forth walked on his way :you all shall find, when he comes home. But what Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nich- Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.olas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let [Strikes him. their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what, ho!brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you let them curtsey with their left legs; and not pre hence, sume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Curt. They are. [Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. (5) A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued. mour : Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water? This is the way to kill a wife with kindness; [A bason is presented to him. And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong huCome, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:[Servant lets the ewer fall. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. [Exit. SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's house. Enter Tranio and Hortensio. [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 ?—I What is this? mutton? 1 Serv. Pet. 1 Serv. 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, Peter. He kills her in her own humour. Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully: My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure. Another way I have to man my haggard,2 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,4 That all is done in reverent 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 clamour keep her still awake. (1) A thing stuffed to look like the game which] the hawk was to pursue. (2) To tame my wild hawk. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? 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. art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Ta. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Signior Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow- Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Fic on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite fors worn! For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, [Exit Hortensio.-Luc. and Bian. advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both forsworn me? Tra. Mistress, we have. Then we arc rid of Licio. Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, |