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 I 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 your boy;

Twere good he were school'd.

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 thy errand to Baptista?

Bion. I told him, that your father was at
Venice;

And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou'rt a tall* fellow; hold thee that to
drink.
[Sir.-
Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance,
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met :-
Sir, [To the PEDANT.].

This is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you, stand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son!

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,
To have him match'd; and,—if you please to

like

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,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.
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

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 con

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

Tru. 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 presently.
The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bup. 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 heart!

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
Bap. 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?

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moralt 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 solùm: 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 Saint 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 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

light now.

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,
Or ere I journey to your father's house:-
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.-
Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but
cross'd!

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.` Kuth. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Kath. know it is.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed

sun:

But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, 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.

Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;

My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-
Pisa;

And 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,

The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; 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.
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleas

Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir; for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO, Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, [place; My father's bears more toward the marketThither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before

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 yourself; 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 signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

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

Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room in LUCENTIO'S House.

A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the PEDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and WIDOW. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome

thine:

Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,-
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit
down;

for now we sit to chat, as well as eat.
[They sit at table.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Pe-
truchio.

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word

Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. [sense; Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.'

Pet. Roundly replied.

Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that?

Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow.

Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round:

1 pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,

Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.

Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting

greyhound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift* simile, but something currish.

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself;

Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?

Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin?
Luc. That will I. Go,

Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter BIONDELLO. How now! what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come. Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot Is that an answer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:

[come!

Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse. Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my

wife

To come to me forthwith.

[Exit BIONDELLO Pet. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Now where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;

She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
[O vile

Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un kind brow;

der.

Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,

An awful rule, and right supremacy: And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA, and
WIDOW.

See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.—
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws

it down.

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass! Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper

time.

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
[buds;
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for

thee,

And for thy maintenance: commits nis body
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
While thou liest warm at home, secure and
safe;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, not obedient to his honest will,
And, when she's forward, peevish, sullen,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
[sour,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?-
To offer war, where they should kneel for
I am asham'd, that women are so simple

peace;

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-
pare,-

That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's
In token of which duty, if he please, [foot:
My hand is ready, may it do him ease!
Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and
kiss n.e, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :--We three are married, but we two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; [TO LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Exeunt.