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Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground | For such an injury would vex a saint,
of all accord.

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,
Cfaut, that loves with all affection;
D sol re, one cliff, two notes have 1;
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 a Servant.aka Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and
Isuch news as you never heard of!

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be?

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Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?

Bap. Is he come?

Bion. Why, nó, sir. ›
Bap. What then?
Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here?

Bion. When he stands where I am, aud sees you there.

And help to dress your sister's chamber up; You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. [Exeunt BIANCA & Servant. Tra. But, say, what-To thine old news. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new to stay. [Exit. hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been Methinks, he looks as though he were in love-candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stalet, 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


Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To TRANIO.] this
is the 'pointed day
That Katharine and Petruchio should be mar
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:
What will be said? what mockery will it be,
To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, for-
sooth, be forced

To give my hand, opposed against my heart,
Into a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleent;
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at lei-
I told you; I, he was a frantic fool, [sure.
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:
And, to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of mar-
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say, Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Bap-
tista too; s

Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal, he's honest,
Kath. Would, Katharine had never seen
: him though! Exit, weeping, fol

.07. lowed by BIANCA, and others. Bap. Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now

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old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, 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 windgalls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, and a wo man's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. Bup. 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-huse on the other, gartered with a red and blue fist; 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.
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he

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Bap. And yet you halt not.


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?

Bup. Why, sir, you know, this is your wed,

First were we sad, fearing you'
a would not
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 detained you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:

Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, Though in some part enforced to digress Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse As you shall well be satisfied withal. But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her; [church. The morning wears, 'tis time we were at Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes;


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
[done with words;
Pet. Good sooth, even 'thus; therefore have
To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my

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And seal the title with a lovely kiss?



Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad We will persuade him, be it possible, [attire: To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of [Exit. Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass, As 1 before imparted to your worship, I 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; And make assurance, here in Padua,


greater sums than I have promised. So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with consent."

• i. e., To deviate from my promise.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster.

Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which once perform'd, let all the world say


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;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.
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? od indeed, Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall


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Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, à dove, a fool to I'll tell you, sir Lucentio; When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book: And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, priest; That down fell priest and book, and book and Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? [stamp'd, and swore, Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine-A health, quoth he; as if He had been aboard carousing to his mates After a stórín:--Quaff'd off the muscadel §, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face; Having no other reason,—

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But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous
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That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming:
Such a mad marriage never was before;
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.


Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you. for your pains:

+ Matters. + Strange.

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for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage-ceremony.

I know, you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepared great store of wedding cheer;

But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? Pet. I must away to-day, before night [ness,


I see, a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy

Obey the bride, yon that attend on her: Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; busi-But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

Make it no wonder; if you knew my
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous

Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Pet. It cannot be. Kath.

Pet. I am content. Kath.

Let me entreat you.

Let me entreat you.

Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
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;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, whiles your boots are

For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself; 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not 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. [dinner :Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal

I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,


My household-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;

I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, and GRUMIO.


Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet [with laughing. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! [your sister? Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets • at the feast;[place; Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's And let Bianca take her sister's room. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, Gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt.


SCENE I. A Hall in Petruchio's Country | fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the



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 t? 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

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weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis!


Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thon may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my bead and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. O, ay, Cartis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

t Bewrayed; dirty.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? I lost my crupper-with many things of Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: worthy memory; which now shall die in but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, thy grave. and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no


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.

Curt.Come,you are so full of coney-catching: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 on? Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, 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?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
Gru. Lend thine ear.
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 master riding behind my mistress :---

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

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

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!
Nuth. How now, old lad?

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?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,- Cock's passion, silence!

-I hear 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!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip!

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. [sir!— Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty ?Where is the foolish kuave 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 bringalong these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully


Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burstt; how The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;

(heel; And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the There was no link to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

• Bemired. + Broken.

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;

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

Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet


Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper,
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
Where is the life that late I led [Sings.
Where are those- -Sit down, Kate, and wel
Soud, soud, soud, soud * !
Re-enter Servants, with supper.
Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate,
be merry.

Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains;

It was the friar of orders gray, [Sings.
As he forth walked on his way:→ i 19
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off the
[Strikes him.


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Making a sermon of continency to her:
And rails, and swears, and rates; that she,
poor soul, i said tod
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to
And sits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away! for be is coming hither.[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-gorged, Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what,For then she never looks upon her luret. [hence, Another way I have to man, my haggard †, Where's my spaniel Troilus?--Sirrah, get you To make her come, and know her keeper's call, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:-That is,-to watch her, as we watch these kites, [Exit Servant. That bates, and beat, and will not be obedient. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and. be ac- She eat no meat to day, nor none shall eat; quainted with. 9 of 8 Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall Where are my slippers ?-Shall I have some As with the meat, some undeserved fault [not; water? [A bason is presented to him. Pll find about the making of the bed; Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, [Servant lets the ewer full. This way the coverlet another way the You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend, [sheets :[Strikes him. That all is done in reverend care of her; Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault And, in conclusion, se shall watch all night: unwilling. [knave! And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl, Pet. A whoreson, beetle headed, flap-ear'd And with the clamour keep her still awake. Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a This is a way to kill, a wife with kindness; stomach. (shall And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong

Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else
What is this? mutton?

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Who brought it? _9] 1 Serv. I. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat! What dogs are these?-Where is the rascal cook? [dresser, How durst you, villains, bring it from the 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 heedlessjoltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. [quiet;

Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disThe meat was well, if you were so contented. Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and

dried away;

And I expressly ain 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.
and CURTIS.'

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