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.
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, Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching :-you;-fellow, you; and thus much for greeting. Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught ex-Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all treme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, things neat?

the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; Nath. All things is ready: How near is our the serving-men in their new fustian, their white master? 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? my master.

Curt. All ready; And therefore, pray thee,

news?

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

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.

Gru. Lend thine ear.

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

Curt. Why, a horse.

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

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-
horse drudge!

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 colour Peter's hat,
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Grecrossed 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.

waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how Where is the life that late I led[Sings. 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; 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.

she.

merry.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? 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 prehence, 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.

Bemired.

(2) Broken.

Not different one from the other.
A torch of pitch.

[Exit Servant.

One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

(5) A word coined by Shakspeare to express the Inoise made by a person heated and fatigued.

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 hu

mour:

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:-
[Servant lets the ewer fall. He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show.
[Strikes him.

You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?
[Exil.
Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un-SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's house.
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
willing.
Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall 17-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 thesc?-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,
And, for this night, we'll fast for company:
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 humour.

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.

Re-enter Petruchio.

[Exeunt.

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,
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,

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 woman
kind!-

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca ;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you,-if you be so contented,-
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!—Signior
Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here firmly vow-
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy al! the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,-
Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat:
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite
forsworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Bre three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard:
And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit Hortensio.-Luc. and Bian. advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!

This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:-Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;

Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,

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.

And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both for-
sworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc.

Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,

[Aside. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:

[Sets the dish on a table.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay, then, thou lev'st it not;
And all my pains is sorted to no proof:--
Here, take away this dish.

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.

(3) Dispirited; a gallicism.

With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bra-As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!
very,'
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Just as my master had direction:

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sir?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.|
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Pel. When you are gentle, you shall have one
too,

For you shall hop without my custom, sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kath. I never saw a better-fashioned gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commend-Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away, I say; commend me to thy master.

Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth' in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me:
And therefore, frolic; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.-
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone:
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

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 pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know
best,

We be aflied; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still;
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir:
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,

Hor. Why so! this gallant will command the sun. We'll pass the business privately and well:

[Exeunt. Send for your daughter by your servant here, My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. SCENE IV.-Padua.-Before Baptista's house. The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning, Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vin-You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. centio.

Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that 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.

I

Bap. 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 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 Saint 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 your 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,
day Going.

But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married