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Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a And, toward the education of your daughters,
mean man ; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as I here bestow a simple instrument, [books: 'a Musician ; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO And this small packet of Greek and Latin bearing a lute and books.
If you accept them, then their worth is great. Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista.
Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God
pray? save you, gentlemen!
Tra. Of Pisa, Sir; son to Vincentio. Pet. And you, good Sir! Pray, have you not I know him well: you are very welcome, Sir:
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous ?
Take you [To Hor.) the lute, and you [To Bup. I have a daughter, Sir, callid Katha. Luc.) the set of books, rina.
You shall go see your pupils presently. Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.
Holla, within ! Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio ; give me leave.
Enter a SERVANT. I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir,
Sirrah, lead That,-hearing of her beauty, and her wit, These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell Her affability, and bashful modesty,
them both, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,— These are their tutors; bid them use them well
. Am bold to show myself a forward guest [Exit SERVANT, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, Within your house, to make mine eye the wit
and BIONDELLO. ness
We will go walk a little in the orchard, Of that report which I so oft have heard. And then to dinner : You are passing welcome, And, for an entrance to my entertainment, And so I pray you all to think yourselves. I do present you with a man of mine,
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh [Presenting HORTENSIO. And every day I cannot come to woo. [haste, Cunning in music, and the mathematics, You knew my father well; and in him, me, To instruct her fully in those sciences, Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant: Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd: Accept of him, or else you do me wrong; Then tell me,-if I get your daughter's love, His name is Licio, born in Mantua.
What dowry shall I have with her to wife? Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your Bap. After my death, the one half of my good sake:
lands: But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know, And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns. She is not for your turn, the more my grief. Pet. And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her; Her widowhood,-be it that she survive me,Or else you like not of my company.
In all my lands and leases whatsoever: Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find. Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, Whence are you, Sir?'what may I call your That covenants may be kept on either hand.
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well eb Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son,
tain'd, A man well known throughout all Italy. This is,—her love ; for that is all in all. Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for Pet. 'Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, his sake.
father, Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: And where two raging fires meet together, Baccare !* you are marvellous forward. They do consume the thing that feeds their Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fury: fain be doing.
Though little fire grows great with little wind, Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: your wooing:
So I to her, and so she yields to me; Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. sure of it. To express the like kindness my- Bup. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be self, that have been more kindly beholden to
thy speed ! you than any, I freely give unto you this young But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. scholar, [Presenting Lucentio.] that hath been Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek,
winds, Latin, and other languages, as the other in That shake not, though they blow perpetually. inusic and mathematics : his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.
Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken. Bap: A thousand thanks, signior Gremio :
Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle Sir, [To look so pale? Tranio.) methinks, you walk like a stranger; Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. May I be so bold to know the cause of your Bup. What, will my daughter prove a good coming ?
musician? Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier; That, being a stranger in this city here, [own; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
the lute? Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute In the preferment of the eldest sister:
to me. This liberty is all that I request,
I did but tell her, she mistook her frets," That, upon knowledge of my parentage, And bow'd her band to teach her fingering; I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, And 'free access and favour as the rest.
* A fret in music is the stop which causes or regulator * A proverbial exclamation then in usc. the vibration of the string.
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
[head, Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard And, with tbat word, she struck me on the
take thee? And through the instrument my pate made Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. And there i stood amazed for a while, (way; Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are As on a pillory, looking through the lute: While she did call me, rascal fiddler,
Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. And-twangling Jack;" with twenty such Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. vile terms,
Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it As she had studied to misuse me so.
wear his sting?
Pet. Whose tongue ?
nay, come again,
[Striking him. and HORTENSIO.]
Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
craven." As though she bid me stay by her a week; Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
look so sour. When I shall ask the banns, and when be Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. married :
Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
look not sour.
Kath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then show it me.
Kath. Had I a glass, I wonld.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
Kath. Well aim'd oft such a young one.
Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young
Kath. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Kath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you
'scape not so. For dainties are all cates : and therefore, Kate,
Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go. Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;
Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing
gentle. Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, I 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and
And now I find report a very liar;
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time
[askance, You were a moveable.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look
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, Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are
With gentle conference, soft and affable. you. Pet. Women are made to bear and so are
Why does the world report, that Kate doth
limp? you. Kath. No such jade, Sir, as you, if me you Is straight, and slender ; and as brown in hue
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden As hazel nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. thee :
0, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt. For, knowing thee to be but young and light,
Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st com
mand. Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
As Kate this chamber with ber princely gait? Pet. Should be? should buz.
0, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
* A degenerate cock. • Paltry musician.
And then let Kate be chaste,' and Dian' sport- Bap. I know not what to say: but give me ful!
your hands; Kath. Where did you study all this goodly God send you joy; Petruchio! 'tis a match. speech?
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witPet. It is extempore from my mother-wit. Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; Pet. Am I not wise ?
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :Kath. Yes ; keep you warm.
We will have rings, and things, and fine array; Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine in And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o’Sun. thy bed :
day. And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINE, Thus in plain terms : -Your father hath con
[on; That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merAnd, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
chant's part, Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; And venture madly on a desperate mart. For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, Tru. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: (Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,) 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Thou must be married to no man but me: Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match. For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate ; Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;Conformable, as other household Kates. Now is the day we long have looked for; Here comes your father ; never make denial, I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. I must and will have Katharine to my wife. Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, und TRANIO.
guess: Bap. Now,
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear Signior Petruchio: How speed you with My daughter ?
Tra. Grey-beard ! thy love doth freeze. Pet. How but well, Sir ? how but well ?
Gre. But thine doth fry. It were impossible, I should speed amiss.
Skipper, stand back ; 'tis age,
that nourisheth. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ?
T'ra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flou
risheth. in your dumps ? Kath. Call you me, daughter? now I pro
Bap. Content you, gentlemen ; I'll compound
this strife : You have show'd'a tender fatherly regard,
"Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, To wish me wed to one half lunatic ;
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.-A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourself and all the
Gre. First, as you know, my house within world, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
Is richly furnished with plate and gold; If she be curst, it is for policy:
Basins, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands; For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
apparel, tents, and canopies,
In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints," And Roman Lucrece for her chastity: And to conclude,-we have 'greed so well to- Fine linen, Turky cushions boss'd with pearl
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
To house, or housekeeping: then, at my farın, Gre. Hark, Petruchio!" she says, she'll see Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail, thee hang'd first. Tru. Is this your speeding? nay, then good Myself am struck in years, I must confess ;
And all things answerable to this portion. night our part! Pet. Be patient, gentlemen ; I choose her for And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers, myself;
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine. If she and I be pleas’d, what's that to you ?
Tru. That, only,
came well in—Sir, list to 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
I am my father's heir, and only son: That she shall still be curst in company.
If I may have your daughter to my wife, I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
I'll leave her houses three or four as good, How much she loves me: 0, the kindest Kate!- Within rich Pisa walls, as any one She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
Old signior Gremio has in Padua; She vied* so fast, protesting oath on oath,
Besides two thousand ducats by the year, That in a twink she won me to her love,
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her join0, you are novices! 'tis a world to see, +
ture.How tame, when men and women are alone,
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio? A meacockt wretch can make the curstest
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of shrew.
land! Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, My land amounts not to so much in all: To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :
That she shall have; besides an argosy,t Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; That now is lying in Marseilles' road: I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine. What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no * To vie and revye were terms at cards now superseded
less by the word brag.
* Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes | It is well worth seeing. * A dastardly creature.
† A large merchant ship.
Than three great argosies; besides two gallias | But learn my lessons as I please myself. ses,
[her, And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down :And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; And twice as much, whate'er thou offers next. His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more ; Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in And she can have no more than all I have;
tune? If you like me, she shall have me and miné.
[TO BIANCA.-Hortensio retires. Pra. Why, then the maid is mine from all Luc. That will be never ;-tune your instruthe world,
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best ; Luc. Here, madam :-
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, -Simous, Tra. That's but a cavil ; he is old, I young. I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio Gre. And may not young men die, as well of Pisa, --Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get as old ?
your love ;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio Bup. Well, gentlemen,
[know, that comes a wooing,~Priami, is my man I am thus resolv'd:-On Sunday next, you Tranio,-regia, bearing my port.--celsa senis, My daughter Katharine is to be married': that we might beguile the old pantaloon. Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Be bride to you, if you make this assurance ;
[Returning. If not, to signior Gremio :
Bian. Let's hear; (HORTENSIO plays. And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
O fie! the treble jars.
(Erit. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now i fear
Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: thee not;
Huc ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool tellus, I trust you not ;-Hic steterat Priami, To give thee all, and, in his waning age,
take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not; Set foot under thy table : Tut! a toy!
-celsa senis, despair not. An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Luc. All but the base. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base krave hide!
that jars. Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.t
How fiery and forward our pedant is! 'Tis in my head to do my master good :
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio Pedascule,t I'll watch you better yet. Must get a father, call'd-suppos'a Vincentio ;
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly,
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æecides Do get their children; but, in this case of woo
Was Ajax,-call's so from his grandfather. ing,
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I proA child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning
I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you:-
Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both. SCENE 1.-A Room in BAPTISTA's House. Hor. You may go walk, [To LucentIO) and Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and Bianca.
give me leave awhile;
My lessons make no music in three parts. Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, Luc. Are you so formal, Sir? well, I must
wait, Have you so soon forgot the entertainment And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv’d, Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ? Our fine musician groweth amorous. (Aside. Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instru. The patroness of heavenly harmony:
ment, Then give me leave to have prerogative;
To learn the order of my fingering, And when in music we have spent an hour, I must begin with rudiments of art; Your lecture shall have leisure for as much. To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, far
Than hath been taught by any of my trade : To know the cause why music was ordain'd! And there it is in writing, fairly drawn. Was it not to refresh the mind of man,
Biun. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. After his studies, or his usual pain?
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. Then give me leave to read philosophy,
Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of ull And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.
accord. Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of A re, to plead Hortensio's passion ; thine.
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double C faut, that loves with all affection ; wrong,
D sol re, one cliff, two notes hace I; To strive for that which resteth in my choice: E la mi, show pity, or I die. I am no breeching scholart in the schools ; Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not: I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
Old fashions pleaseme best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions. A vessel of burden worked both with sails and oars. + The highest card.
* The old cully in Italian farces. No school-boy, liable to be whipped.
Enter a Servant.
Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Sero. Mistress, your father prays you leave
Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new your books,
hat and an old jerkin ; a pair of old breeches, And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
thrice turned ; a pair of boots that have been You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.
candlecases, one buckled, another laced ; an Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both ; I'must old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, be gone. (Exeunt BJANCA and SERVANT.
with a broken hilt, and chapeless ; with two Luc. Faith mistress, then I have no cause to broken points : His horse hipped with an old stay:
(Exit. mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred : beHor. But I have cause to pry into this pe-mose in the chine ; troubled with the lampass,
sides, possessed with the glanders, and like to dant; Methinks, he looks as though he were in love:- infected with the fashions, * full of wind-galls, Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,
cure of the fives,t stark spoiled with the stagSeize thee, that list: If once I find thee rang- back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged be
gers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the ing, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. fore, and with a half-checked bit, and a head
stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrain
ed to keep him from stumbling, hath been often SCENE II.—The same. Before Baptista's burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt House.
six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, Tranio, Katharine, velure, which hath two letters for her name, Bianca, LUCENTIO, and Attendants.
fairly set down in studs, and here and there
pieced with packthread. Bup. Signior Lucentio, (To Tranio.) this is Bap. Who comes with him ? the 'pointed day
Bion. O, Sir, bis lackey, for all the world ca. That Katharine and Petruchio should be mar- parisoned like the horse; with a linen stocks And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:
on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, What will be said ? what mockery will it be, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, To want the bridegroom, when the priest and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for attends
a feather: a monster, a very monster in apTo speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? parel ; and not like a Christian footboy, or a What says Lucentio to this shame of ours ?
gentleman's lackey. Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to be forc'd
this fashion ; To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell's. Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen it
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er be Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at lei
Bion. Why, Sir, he comes not. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ? Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: Bion. Who? that Petruchio came? And to be noted for a merry man,
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of mar- Bión. No, Sir; I say, his horse comes with Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the him on his back. banns;
Bap. Why, that's all one. Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
penny, And say,--Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet If it would please him come and marry her.
not many. Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too;
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
at home? Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; Bap. You are welcome, Sir. Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. Pet. And yet I come not well. Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him Bap. And yet you halt not. though!
Trú. Not so well apparell's (Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. As I wish you were. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus. weep;
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?For such an injury would vex a saint, How does my father ?—Gentles, methinks you Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
And wherefore gaze this goodly company;
As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wedBap. Is it new and old too? how may that be ? ding-day:
Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petru- First were we sad, fearing you would not come; chio's coming ?
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Bap. Is he come ?
Fie! doff' this babit, shame to your estate, Bion. Why, no, Sir.
An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Bup. What then ?
Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Bion. He is coming.
Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, Bap. When will he be here?
And sent you hìther so unlike yourself? Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees
* Farcy. you there.
+ Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing from the
strangles. • Bakt, decoy. + Caprice, inconstancy.