Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, go; I think, I shall command your welcome here, [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder. Enter Pedant above, at a window. Vin. Thy father? O villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo. what do you think is his name? Vin. His name ? as if I knew not his name: I Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.: ter-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat Officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol:down the gate? Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir ? Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, sir ?-to leave frivolous: circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father? Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may be lieve her. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincen.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, a' means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Re-enter Biondello. 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. [Seeing Biondello. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. 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 ? Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol! Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. 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. 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 abus'd. O monstrous villain! Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. deny him, forswear him, or else we are all unBion. O, we are spoiled, and Yonder he is; done. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Where is Lucentio ? Luc. While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol. Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?-good-will? Tra. How now! what's the matter? 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? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it. But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy! Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Brit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; frown. Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. Petruchio and Katharina advance. Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of And then pursue me as you draw your bow this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kath. No, sir; God forbid but ashamed to Pet. Why, then, let's home again rah, let's away. Come, sir Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room in Lucentio's House. You are welcome all. [Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, And, as the jest did glance away from me, Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess ; Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petru-Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. chio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree : And time it is, when raging war is done, Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, Let's each one send unto his wife; And he, whose wife is most obedient [They sit at table. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my I mean, Hortensio, is afeard of you.. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pef. Roundly replied. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that ? Luc. Pet. Twenty crowns! Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, Hor. Content. A match; 'tis done. Hor. Who shall begin? [Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. How now! what news? Pet. I hope, better. To come to me forthwith. Pet.. [Exit Biondello. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter Biondello. Now where's my wife? Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in She will not come; she bids you come to her. [Exit Grumio. Intolerable, not to be endur'd! Hor. What? She will not come. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Enter Katharina. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina! Kath. What is your will sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? | Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus bands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. An awful rule, and right supremacy; Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass! Bian. Fye! 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 suppertime. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women, What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling. Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid, She shall not. Pet. I say, she shall ;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty That seeming to be most, which we least are. Pet. Why, there's a wench -Come on, and kiss me, Kate. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt hi't. 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 Lucentio. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. 1 Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so [Exeunt. ACT I. SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes' Palace. Enter Camillo and Archidamus. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him, Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,--Cam. 'Beseech you, Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius, Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been. Leon. Leon. Sir, that's to-morrow. Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence- I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, in so rare-I know not what to say. We will Or breed upon our absence: That may blow. give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelli- No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, gent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd praise us, as little accuse us. To tire your royalty. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer stay, Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then and I'll no gain-saying. [in that Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world, Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter ance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! -Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks the subject, makes old hearts fresh; they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.. Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. Pol. So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Leon. Well said, Hermione. The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia Her. Nay, but you will? Pol. Her. Verily! No, madam. I may not, verily. [oaths, You put me off with limber vows: But I, How : Pol. Than you to punish. Her. Not your gaoler then, But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun, And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd make us and As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless, Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to death, Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, The one for ever earn'd a royal husband; Leon. [Giving her hand to Polixenes, Too hot, too hot: [Aside, To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: it may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; 0, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Art thou my boy? Mam. -Leon. Ay, my good lord. I'fecks? Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose ?_ They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain, [Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Yes, if you will, my lord.** Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have, Mam. To be full like me :-yet, they say we are Affection! thy intention stabs the centre: With what's unreal thou coactive art, (And that beyond commission; and I find it,) Pol. No, in good earnest, How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This quash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money ? ? Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight. Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!My brother, |