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SCENE I.-A Room in Baptista's House. Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir; Hor. You may go walk, [To LICENTIO.] and Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
give me leave awhile: Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ? My lessons make no music in three parts. Har. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? well, I must wait, The patroness of heavenly harmony;
And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, Then give me leave to have prerogative;
Our fine musician groweth amorous. [Aside And when in music we have spent an hour, Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, Your lecture shall have leisure for as much. To learn the order of my fingering,
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far I must begin the rudiments of art; To know the cause why music was ordain'd! To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, After his studies, or his usual pain ?
Than hath been taught by any of my trade: Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn. And while I pause, serve in your harmony.
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, Bian. [Reads.] Gam ut I am, the ground of all To strive for that which resteth in my choice:
accord, I am no breeching scholar in the schools;
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, But learn my lessons as I please myself.
C faut, that loves with all affection; And to cut off all strife, here sit we down:
D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I; Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;
E la mi, show pity, or I die. His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not: Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune? Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
[To BIANCA.-HORTENSIO retires. To change true rules for odd inventions. Luc. That will be never; tune your instrument. Bian. Where left we last?
Enter a Servant. Luc. Here, madam:
Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus:
books, Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis. And help to dress your sister's chamber up; Bian. Construe them.
You know, to-morrow is the wedding day. Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,—Simois, I Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of
gone. [Exeunt Bianca and Servant. Pisa, —Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to love;--Hic stelerat, and that Lucentio that comes
[Exit. a wooing Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, Hor.. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might be. Methinks, he looks as though he were in love: guile the old pantaloon.'
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,"
[Returning. Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Bim. Let's hear; [Hortensio plays. Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. O fye!'the treble jars.
[Exit. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac SCENE II.—Before Baptista's House. ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, Enter Baptista, Grem10, Tranio, KATHARINA, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed
BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants. he hear us not;-regia, presume not;---celsa senis, despair not.
Bip. Signior Lucentio, [To TRANIO.] this is Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
the 'pointed day Luc.
All but the base. That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that And yet we hear not of our son-in-law: jars.
What will be said ? what mockery will it be, How fiery and forward our pedant is!
To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours? Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be Luc. Mistrust it not; for sure, Æacides
forced Was Ajax,-call’d so from his grandfather. To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
Bian. I must believe my master; else I promise Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen:' I should be arguing still upon that doubt : [you, Who wood in haste, and means to wed at leisure But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you :
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, No school-boy, liable to be whipped.
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior: • The old cully in Italian farces.
• Bait, decoy.
• Caprice, inconstancy.
And, to be noted for a merry man,
Bion. Who? that Petruchio came? He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns; Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd. on his back. Now must the world point at poor Katharine, Bap. Why, that's all one. And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, If it would please him come and marry her.
horse and a man is more than one, and yet not Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista, too; many. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Enter Petruchio and GRUMIO.
Pet. Come, where be these gallants ? who is at Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
home? Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him
Bap. You are welcome, sir. though!
And yet I come not well. [Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. Bap. And yet you halt not. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
Not so well apparell’d For such an injury would vex a saint,
As I wish you were. Much more a shrew of thy impatient humor.
Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride ?Enter BIONDELLO.
How does my father ?—Gentles, methinks you Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such frown: news as you never heard of!
And wherefore gaze this goodly company; Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's Some comet, or unusual prodigy? coming ?
Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day: Bap. Is he come?
First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Bion. Why, no, sir.
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Bup. What then?
Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate, Bion. He is coming.
An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Bap. When will he be here?
Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, there.
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 and Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, an old jerkin ; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned, Though in some part enforced to digress; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buc-Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse kled, another laced ; an old rusty sword ta'en out of As you shall well be satisfied withal. the town armory, with a broken hilt and chapeless; But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her; with two broken points : His horse hipped with an The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred : besides, Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes: possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. fashions,7 full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. with the yellows, past cure of the fives,' stark spoiled Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed with words; in the back, and shoulder-shotten'; ne'er-legg'd be- To me she's married, not unto my clothes : fore, and with a half-check'd bit, and a head-stall Could I repair what she will wear in me, of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep As I can change these poor accoutrements, him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and "Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, But what a fool am I, to chat with you, and a woman's crupper of velure,' which hath two When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, letters' for her name, fairly set down in studs, and And seal the title with a lovely kiss! here and there pieced with packthread.
[Exeunt PetrucHIO, Grumio, and BIONDELLO. Bap. Who comes with him?
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire: Bion. O, sir, his lacquey, for all the world capa- We will persuade him, be it possible, risoned like the horse; with a linen stock on one To put on better ere he go to church. cleg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humor
[Exit of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather: a monster, Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass, foothoy, or a gentleman's lackey.
As I before imparted to your worship, Tra. 'Tis some odd humor pricks him to this I am to get a man,—whate'er he be, fashion;
It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn, Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d. And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, ? Farcy.
And marry sweet Bianca with consent. • Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing from the Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster trangles. 9 Telvet. 1 Stocking.
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
Dine with my father, drink a nealth to me; "Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; For I must hence: and farewell to you all. Which once perform'd, let all the world say,no, Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. Pet. It may not be. Tre. That by degrees we mean to look into, Gre.
Let me entreat you. And watch our vantage in this business:
Pet. It cannot be. We'll over-reach the grey-beard, Gremio;
Let me entreat you. The narrow-prying father, Minola;
Pet. I am content. The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
Are you content to stay ? All for my master's sake, Lucentio.
Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay: Re-enter GREMIO.
But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
Kath. Now, if you love me, stay. Signior Gremio, came you from the church ? Pet.
Grumio, my horses
Kath. Nay, then,
Tra. Curster inan she? why, 'tis impossible. The door is open, sir, there lies your way,
Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; I see, a woman may be made a fool, Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.
If she had not a spirit to resist. Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy comGre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, Obey the bride, you that attend on her : [mand :and swore,
Go to the feast, revel and domineer, As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, But after many ceremonies done,
Be mad and merry,-or go hang yourselves; He calls for wine: A health, quoth he; as if But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. He had been aboard carousing to his mates Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; After a storm :-Quaff'd off the muscadel, I will be master of what is mine own: And threw the sops all in the sexton's face; She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, Having no other reason,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
[Exeunt PetrucH1O, KATHARINA, and
GRUMIO. TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quict ones. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with your pains:
laughing. I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer; Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister ? But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
Bian. That being mad herself, she's madly mated And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? Bap. Neighbors and friends, though bride and Pet. I must away to-day, before night come:
bridegroom wants Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, For to supply the places at the table, You would entreat me rather go than stay; You know, there wants no junkets at the seast;And, honest company, I thank you all, I
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; That have beheld me give away myself
And let Bianca take her sister's room. To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife : Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, • Strange. . It was the custom for the company present to drink
[Exeunt wine inmediately after the marriage ceremony.
SCENE I.-- A llall in Petruchio's Country House. I came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my Enter GRUMIO.
mistress :Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades, on all mad Curt. Both on one horse? masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so Gru. What's that to thee! beaten ? was ever man so rayed ?" was ever man so Curt. Why, a horse. weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not are coming after to warm them. Now, were I not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze sell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, heard in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled;' my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire how he left her with the horse upon her; how he to thaw me :-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded warm myself: for, considering the weather, a taller through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis ! |-how she prayed--that never prayed Mefore; how Enter CURTIS.
I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
was burst; how I lost my crupper;—with many Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou mayst things of worthy memory; which now shall die in slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? she.
Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of cast on no water.
you all shall find, when he comes home. But what Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ? talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph,
Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest ; but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.
let them curtsey with their left legs; and not preCurt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. sume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till
Gru. Am I but three inches ? why, thy horn is a thoy kiss their hands. Are they all ready ? foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou
Curt. They are. make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mis- Gru. Call them forth. tress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou
Curt. Do you hear, ho! you must meet my shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow master, to countenance my mistress. in thy hot office ?
Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how Curt. Who knows not that? goes the world?
Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; to countenance her. and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; Curt. I call them forth to credit her. for mymaster and mistress are almost frozen to death.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Curt. There's fire ready: And therefore, good Grumio, the news?
Enter several Servants. Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. news as thou wilt.
Phil. How now, Grumio? Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching Jos. What, Grumio!
Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught ex- Nich. Fellow Grumio! treme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, Nath. How how, old lad? the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you;—what, the serving men in their new fustian, thetr white you ;-fellow, you—and thus much for greeting: stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment Now, my spruce companions, is all eady and all on ? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, things neat? the carpets laid, and every thing in order ?
Nath. All things are ready: How near is our Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news? | master?
Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and there and mistress fallen out.
fore be not- -Cock's passion, silence! I hear Curt. How ?
my master. Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And
Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. thereby hangs a tale.
Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio. Gru. Lend thine ear.
To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse! [loor,
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?-
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir ! Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Cru. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale; What, no attendance ? no regard ? no duty ?
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms ! and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and Where is the foolish knave I sent before ? beseech listening. Now I begin: Imp·imis, we
Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. • Striped.
•Not different one from the other.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt- | And, for this night, we'll fast for company: horse drudge!
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
[Exeunt PETROCHIO, KATHARINA, and And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
Curt. In her chamber,
Making a sermon of continency to her: Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.- Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak;
[Exeunt some of the Servants. And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Where is the life that late I led
(Sings. Away, away! for he is coming hither. (Exeunt. Where are those- -Sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Re-enter PETRUCTIO. Soud, soud, soud!'
Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, Re-enter Servants with Supper.
And 'tis my hope to end successfully : Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; merry.
And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorged, Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains
For then she never looks upon her lure." When?
Another way have I to man my haggard," It was the friar of orders gray, [Sings. To make her come, and know her keeper's call, As he forth walked on his way:
That is,—to watch her, as we watch these kites, Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry :
That bate,' and beat, and will not be obedient. Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
[Strikes him. Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not Be merry, Kate :—Some water, here; what, ho!
-As with the meat, some undeserved fault Where's my spaniel Troilus ?—Sirrah, get you I'll find about the making of the bed; hence,
And here I'll ling the pillow, there the bolster, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:
[Exit Servant. Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend," One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted That all is done in reverend care of her; with.
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night: Where are my slippers !--shall I have some water! And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
[A basin is presented to him. And with the clamor keep her still awake. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness ; (Servant lets the ewer fall. And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong huYou whoreson villain! will you let it fall ?
[Strikes him. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to shew. [Exite
Enter TRAxio and HORTENSIO.
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Pet.
Who brought it?
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? 1 Serv.
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.
I. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat;
· Hur. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, What dogs are these ?- Where is the rascal cook? Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,
[They stund aside And serve it thus to me that love it not?
Enter Bianca and LOCENTIO. There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all: [Throws the meat, fc. about the stage.
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ! You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves!
Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve me
that. What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
Luc. I read that I profess, the art of love. The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your
art! Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
[They retire. And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,
Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
pray, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca
Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
. A thing stuffed to look like the game which the bawl • A torch of pitch.
was to pursue. 1 A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise • To tame my wild hawk. msde by a person heated and fatigued.