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'a means to cozen somebody in this city under iny countenance.
Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.
[Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me?
Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.
Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit, from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants.
Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?
Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat * !-0, I am undone ! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
Tra. How now! what's the matter? Bap. What, is the man lunatic ? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman; Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold Lothank my good father, I am able to maintain it.
Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.
Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?
Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.、
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.
Vin. Lucentio!0, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:0, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?.
Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] Carry this mad knave to the gaol-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming.
Vin. Carry me to the gaol!
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.
A hat with a conical crown.
Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right. Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Tra. Then thou wert best say, not Lucentio.
that I am
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him.
Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused: O monstrous villain!
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA.
Bion. 0, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Kneeling. Bap. How hast thou offended?Where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear❜d thine eynet. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ? Bian. Cambio is changed into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bian. ca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good will?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [Exit.
Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among
Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. [Exit.
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end
of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kath. What, in the midst of the street? Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?
Deceived thy eyes.
← Tricking, underhand contrivances. A proverbial expression, repeated aftera disappointment.
Kath. No, sir; God forbid :-but ashamed to kiss. [sirrah, let's away. Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. [Kate; Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet 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, HOR TENSIO, and Widow. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and Others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, vur jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is done,
[They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.
Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow. [turns round:
Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world I 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 Pet. To her, Kate! [you. Hor. To her, widow! [her down. Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put Hon. That's my office. flad. Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha' to thee, [Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted fɔks?
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt ? an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and [you? Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore [have begun. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you Have at you for a bitter jest or two. [bush. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my And then pursue me as you draw your bow:You are welcome all.
I'll sleep again.
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his
[master. Which runs himself, and catches for his Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. Tis well, sir, that you hunted for your'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. Ithank thee for that girdý, 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 Let's each one send unto his wife; [assurance, And he, whose wife is most obedient To come at first when he doth send for her, Shall win the wager which we will propose. Hor. Content:-What is the wager? Luc. Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. Laic. A hundred then.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all my. Re-enter BIONDELLO. 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 come! Is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Pet. I hope, better. [wife
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my To come to me forthwith. [Exit BIONDELLO. Pet. O, hol entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come...
• A banquet was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, &c.
Dreads. Witty. § Sarcasm.
Wid. She shall not.
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, [bands: Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husAway, I say, and bring them hither straight. [Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
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; [happy.
See, where she comes; and brings your fro
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 an hundred crowns since sup. per-time [duty. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women : [bands. What duty they do owe their lords and husWid. Come, come, you're mocking, we will have no telling. [her.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with
Pet. I say, she shal!:-and first begin with T [kind brow;
Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unAnd 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 And in no sense is meet, or amiable. [buds; A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seening, 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 his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, 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, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she, but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord?I am ashamed, that women are so simple To offer war, where they should kneel for 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
That seeming to be most, which we least are. Then vail your stomachst, 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 me, Kate. [shalt ha't. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thon 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 you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; [TO LUCENTI0. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH
Hor, Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she botti-will be tamed so.. [Exeunt
Prince HENRY, his son, afterwards King Henry III.
ARTHUR, Duke of Bretagne, son of Geffrey, late Duke of Bretagne, the elder brother of King John.
WILLIAM MARESHALL, Earl of Pembroke. GEFFREY FITZ-PETER, Earl of Essex, chief justiciary of England.
WILLIAM LONGSWORD, Earl of Salisbury.
ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE, son of Sir Robert
PHILIP FAULCON BRIDGE, his half-brother, bastard son to King Richard the First.
Lords, Ladies, Citizens of Angiers, Sheriff, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants.
Scene,sometimes in England, and sometimes in France.
SCENE I. Northampton. A Room of State |
in the Palace.
Enter King JOHN, Queen ELINOR, PEMBROKE, ESSEX, SALISBURY, and others, with CHATILLON.
K. John. Now, say, Chatillon, what would France with us? [of France, Chat. Thus, after greeting, speaks the king n my behaviour, to the majesty, The borrow'd majesty of England here. Eli. A strange beginning;-borrow'd majesty! [embassy. K. John. Silence, good mother; hear the Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalf Of thy deceased brother Geffrey's son, Arthur Plantagenet, lays most lawful claim.. To this fair island, and the territories; To Ireland, Poictiers, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: Desiring thee to lay aside the sword, Which sways usurpingly these several titles; And put the same into young Arthur's hand, Thy nephew, and right royal sovereign.
K.John. What follows, if we disallow of this? Chat. The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
Fo enforce these rights so forcibly withheld. K. John. Here have we war for war, and blood for blood, 1 [France. Controlment for controlment: so answer Chat. Then take my king's defiance from my mouth,
The furthest limit of my embassy. [in peace: K.John. Bear mine to him, and so depart
In the manner I now do.
Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France;
[Exeunt CHATILLON and PEMBROKE.
K. John. Our strong possession, and our
Come from the country to be judged by you, That e'er I heard: Shall I produce the men? K. John. Let them approach.
[Exit Sheriff Our abbeys, and our priories, shall pay
+ Conduct, administration.
Re-enter Sheriff, with ROBERT FAULCON- | Between my father and my mother lay,
Rob. The son and heir to that same Faulcon-
That is well known; and, as I think, one father:
And wound her honour with this diffidence.
Bast. I know not why, except to get the land.
Eli. He hath a trick + of Coeur-de-lion's face,
Your brother did employ my father much;→→
(As I have heard my father speak himself,)
K. John. Sirrah, your brother is legitimate;
This calf bred from his cow, from all the world; In sooth, he might: then, if he were my brother's,
My brother might not claim him; nor your
Being none of his,refuse him: This concludes,→
Eli. Whether hadst thou rather, be a Faul-
And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land;
And, to his shape, were heir to all this land,
Eli. I like thee well; Wilt thou forsake thy
Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
Bast. Brother, take you my land, I'll take
Your face hath got five hundred pounds a year;
Bast Philip, my liege; so is my name begun;