They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.
Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain
Kate,

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;--
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
(Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,)
Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
Kath. Mov'd! in good time: let him that mov'd
you hither,

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first,
You were a moveable.

Pet.

Why, what's a moveable?

Kath. A joint-stool.
Pet.
Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.
Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Kath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean.
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee:
For, knowing thee to be but young and light,-
Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should be? should buz.

Kath.

Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle ! ́shall a buzzard take thee?

Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.
Pel. Comc, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too

angry.

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear
his sting?

In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet.

Whose tongue?

teous;

But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful!
Kath. Where did you study all this goodly

speech?

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son.
Pet. Am I not wise?
Kath.

Yes; keep you warm. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms :--Your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,)
Thou must be married to no man but me:
For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate;

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so fare-And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate
well.

Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay,
come again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
Kath.

That I'll try.
[Striking him.
Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
Kath. So may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.

Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your crest? a coxcomb?
Pel. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a

Conformable, as other household Kates.
Here comes your father: never make denial,
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.
Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio.
Bap. Now,
Signior Petruchio: How speed you with
My daughter?

Pel.

How but well, sir? how but weil ?
It were impossible I should speed amiss.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine? in
your dumps?

Kath. Call you me daughter? now I promise you,
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;
A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourself and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If she be curst, it is for policy:

For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience she will prove a second Grissel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:
And to conclude,- -we have 'greed so well toge
ther,

That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee
hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good
night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for
myself;

If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
"Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curst in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

Tra. That only came well in-Sir, list to me,

I am my father's heir, and only son:

If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old signior Gremio has in Padua ;
Kate!-Besides two thousand ducats by the year,

How much she loves me: O, the kindest
She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see,?
How tame, when men and women are alone,

Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.-
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio?
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land!
My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy,'

A meacock' wretch can make the curstest shrew.-That now is lying in Marscilles' road:

Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :-
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your
hands;

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace:--
We will have rings, and things, and fine array;
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday.
[Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine, severally.
Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's
part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch.
But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;-
Now is the day we long have looked for;
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.
Gre.
But thine doth fry.
Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound
this strife:

'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both,
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.-

Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her?
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the
city,

Is richly furnish'd with plate and gold;
Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or housekeeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.

(1) To vie and revie were terms at cards now superseded by the word brag.

(2) It is well worth seeing. 73) A dastardly creature.

What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less
Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses,'
And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure her,
And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next.

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
And she can have no more than all I have ;-
If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
world,

By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best;
And, let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own; else, you must pardon me:
If you should die before him, where's her dower?
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.

Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?
Bap. Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolv'd:-On Sunday next you know,
My daughter Katharine is to be married:
Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to signior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Ex.
Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee

not;

Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and, in his waning age,
Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Eril.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
Yet I have faced it with a card of ten."
Tis in my head to do my master good:-
see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio
Must get a father, call'd-suppos'd Vincentio;
And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly,
Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing,
A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.
[Erit.

I

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!

(5) A large merchant-ship.

(6) A vessel of burthen worked both with sails and oars.

(4) Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes. (7) The highest card.

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 Servant.

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
stay.
[Exil.
Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
Methinks he looks as though he were in love:-
To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.

That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac And yet we hear not of our son-in-law: What will be said? what mockery will it be, I trust you not,-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends hear us not;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis, To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? despair not. What says Lucentio to this shame of ours? Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd

Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,

Bion. Why, no, sir.

Bap. What then?
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.
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

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?

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;

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: 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, 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 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? picced with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Biom. 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 hu-| mour 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.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pel. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done
with words;

[Exeunt Petruchio, Cimio, and Biondello.
Tra. He hath some mean...g 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,
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;

Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoc'er he And make assurance, here in Padua,

comes.

Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?

Bion, Who? that Petruchio came?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

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
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,

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,
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 greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint' musician, amorous Licio;

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

home?

Bap. You are welcome, sir.
Pet.

And yet I come not well.

Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra.

As I wish you were.

Not so well apparell'd

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?

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
deed,

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.

Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-I'll tell you, sir Lucentio; When the priest

day:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come;

(1) Farcy.

(2) Vives; a distemper in horses little differing from the strangles.

Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,

(3) Velvet. (4) Stocking.
(5) i. e. To deviate from my promise.
(6) Matters.
(7) Strange.

Pet. I must away to-day, before night come:-Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;