The Taming of the Shrew

THE Taming of the Shrew.

Actus primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly.

Begger. ILe pheeze you infaith.

Host. A paire of stockes you rogue.

Beg. Y'are a baggage, the Slies are no Rogues. Looke in the Chronicles, we came in with Richard…

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you haue burst?

Beg. No, not a deniere: go by S. Ieronimie, goe to thy cold bed, and warme thee.

Host. I know my remedie, I must go fetch the Head­ borough.

Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, Ile answere him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy:…

Falles asleepe.

Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.

Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender wel my hounds, Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imbost, And couple…

Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord, He cried vpon it at the meerest losse,…

Lord. Thou art a Foole, if Eccho were as fleete, I would esteeme him worth a dozen such:…

Hunts. I will my Lord.

Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See doth he breath?

2. Hun. He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'd with Ale, this were a bed but cold…

Lord. Oh monstrous beast, how like a swine he lyes. Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine…

1. Hun. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke he cannot choose.

2. H. It would seem strange vnto him when he wak'd

Lord. Euen as a flatt'ring dreame, or worthles fancie. Then take him vp, and manage well the iest:…

1. Hunts. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part As he shall thinke by our…

Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him, And each one to his office when he…

Ser. An't please your Honor, Players That offer seruice to your Lordship.

Enter Players.

Lord Bid them come neere: Now fellowes, you are welcome.

Players. We thanke your Honor.

Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night?

2. Player. So please your Lordshippe to accept our dutie.

Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, Since once he plaide a Farmers eldest sonne, 'Twas…

Sincklo. I thinke 'twas Soto that your honor meanes.

Lord. 'Tis verie true, thou didst it excellent: Well you are come to me in happie time, The…

Plai. Feare not my Lord, we can contain our selues, Were he the veriest anticke in the world.

Lord. Go sirra, take them to the Butterie, And giue them friendly welcome euerie one, Let them want…

Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants, some with apparel, Bason and Ewer, & other appurtenances, & Lord.

Beg. For Gods sake a pot of small Ale.

1. Ser. Wilt please your Lord drink a cup of sacke?

2. Ser. Wilt please your Honor taste of these Con­ serues?

3. Ser. What raiment wil your honor weare to day.

Beg. I am Christophero Sly, call not mee Honour nor Lordship: I ne're drank sacke in my life:…

Lord. Heauen cease this idle humor in your Honor. Oh that a mightie man of such discent, Of…

Beg. What would you make me mad? Am not I Chri­ stopher Slie, old Sies sonne of Burton‑heath,…

3. Man. Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne.

2. Man. Oh this is it that makes your seruants droop.

Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shuns your (house As beaten hence by your strange Lunacie. Oh…

1 Man. Say thou wilt course, thy gray‑hounds are as (swift As breathed Stags: I fleeter then the…

2 M. Dost thou loue pictures? we wil fetch thee strait Adonis painted by a running brooke, And…

Lord. Wee'l shew thee Io as she was a Maid, And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd, As…

3. Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood, Scratching her legs, that one shal sweare she bleeds,…

Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord: Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull, Then…

1 Man. And til the teares that she hath shed for thee, Like enuious flouds ore‑run her louely…

Beg. Am I a Lord, and haue I such a Ladie? Or do I dreame? Or haue I…

2. Man. Wilt please your mightinesse to wash your hands: Oh how we ioy to see your wit…

Beg. These fifteene yeeres, by my fay, a goodly nap, But did I neuer speake of all that…

1. Man. Oh yes my Lord, but verie idle words, For though you lay heere in this goodlie…

Beg. I, the womans maide of the house.

3. man. Why sir you know no house, nor no such maid Nor no such men as you…

Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends.

All. Amen.

Enter Lady with Attendants.

Beg. I thanke thee, thou shalt not loose by it.

Lady. How fares my noble Lord?

Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough. Where is my wife?

La. Heere noble Lord, what is thy will with her?

Beg. Are you my wife, and will not cal me husband? My men should call me Lord, I…

La. My husband and my Lord, my Lord and husband I am your wife in all obedience.

Beg. I know it well, what must I call her?

Lord. Madam.

Beg. Alce Madam, or Ione Madam?

Lord. Madam, and nothing else, so Lords cal Ladies

Beg. Madame wife, they say that I haue dream'd, And slept aboue some fifteene yeare or more.

Lady. I, and the time seeme's thirty vnto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

Beg. 'Tis much, seruants leaue me and her alone: Madam vndresse you, and come now to bed.

La. Thrice noble Lord, let me intreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two:…

Beg. I, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long: But I would be loth to…

Enter a Messenger.

Mes. Your Honors Players hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant Comedie, For so your doctors…

Beg. Marrie I will let them play, it is not a Comon­ tie, a Christmas gambold, or a…

Lady. No my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuffe.

Beg. What, houshold stuffe.

Lady. It is a kinde of history.

Beg. Well, we'l see't: Come Madam wife sit by my side, And let the world slip, we shall…

Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Triano.

Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had To see faire Padua, nurserie of Arts, I am…

Tra. Me Pardonato, gentle master mine: I am in all affected as your selfe, Glad that you thus…

Luc. Gramercies Tranio, well dost thou aduise, If Biondello thou wert come ashore, We could at once put…

Tra. Master some shew to welcome vs to Towne.

Enter Baptista with his two daughters, Katerina & Bianca, Gremio a Pantelowne, Hortentio sister to Bianca. Lucen. Tranio,…

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, For how I firmly am resolu'd you know: That is, not to…

Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee, There, there Hortensio, will you any Wife?

Kate. I pray you sir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor. Mates maid, how meane you that? No mates for you, Vnlesse you were of gentler milder mould.

Kate. I'faith sir, you shall neuer neede to feare, I‑wis it is not halfe way to her heart:…

Hor. From all such diuels, good Lord deliuer vs.

Gre. And me too, good Lord.

Tra. Husht master, heres some good pastime toward; That wench is starke mad, or wonderfull froward.

Lucen. But in the others silence do I see, Maids milde behauiour and sobrietie. Peace Tranio.

Tra. Well said Mr, mum, and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soone make good What I haue said, Bianca get you in, And let…

Kate. A pretty peate, it is best put finger in the eye, and she knew why.

Bian. Sister content you, in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My bookes and instruments…

Luc. Harke Tranio, thou maist heare Minerua speak.

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange, Sorrie am I that our good will effects Bianca's greefe.

Gre. Why will you mew her vp (Signior Baptista) for this fiend of hell, And make her beare…

Bap. Gentlemen content ye: I am resolud: Go in Bianca. And for I know she taketh most delight…

Exit.

Kate. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What shall I be appointed houres,…

Exit

Gre. You may go to the diuels dam: your guifts are so good heere's none will holde you:…

Hor. So will I signiour Gremio: but a word I pray: Though the nature of our quarrell yet…

Gre. What's that I pray?

Hor. Marrie sir to get a husband for her Sister.

Gre. A husband: a diuell.

Hor. I say a husband.

Gre. I say, a diuell: Think'st thou Hortensio, though her father be verie rich, any man is so…

Hor. Tush Gremio: though it passe your patience & mine to endure her lowd alarums, why man there…

Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowrie with this condition; To be whipt…

Hor. Faith (as you say) there's small choise in rotten apples: but come, since this bar in law…

Grem. I am agreed, and would I had giuen him the best horse in Padua to begin his…

Exeunt ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio.

Tra. I pray sir tel me, is it possible That loue should of a sodaine take such hold.

Luc. Oh Tranio, till I found it to be true, I neuer thought it possible or likely. But…

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now, Affection is not rated from the heart: If…

Luc. Gramercies Lad: Go forward, this contents, The rest wil comfort, for thy counsels sound.

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maide, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

Luc. Oh yes, I saw sweet beautie in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That…

Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how hir sister Began to scold, and raise vp such…

Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue, And with her breath she did perfume the ayre,…

Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stirre him frō his trance: I pray awake sir: if you loue…

Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell Fathers he: But art thou not aduis'd, he tooke some care To…

Tra. I marry am I sir, and now 'tis plotted.

Luc. I haue it Tranio.

Tra. Master, for my hand, Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one.

Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra. You will be schoole‑master, And vndertake the teaching of the maid: That's your deuice.

Luc. It is: May it be done?

Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part, And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne, Keepe house,…

Luc. Basta, content thee: for I haue it full. We haue not yet bin seene in any house,…

Tra. So had you neede: In breefe Sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tyed to…

Luc. Tranio be so, because Lucentio loues, And let me be a slaue, t'atchieue that maide, Whose sodaine…

Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where are you? Maister, ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your…

Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to iest, And therefore frame your manners to the time Your…

Bion. I sir, ne're a whit.

Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth, Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him, would I were so too.

Tra. So could I 'faith boy, to haue the next wish af­ ter, that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas…

Luc. Tranio let's go: One thing more rests, that thy selfe execute, To make one among these wooers:…

Exeunt. The Presenters aboue speakes.

1. Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the play.

Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter surely: Comes there any more of it?

Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun.

Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, Madame Ladie: would 'twere done.

They sit and marke.

Enter Petruchio, and his man Grumio.

Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue, To see my friends in Padua; but of all…

Gru. Knocke sir? whom should I knocke? Is there any man ha's rebus'd your worship?

Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me heere soundly.

Gru. Knocke you heere sir? Why sir, what am I sir, that I should knocke you heere sir.

Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me at this gate, And rap me well, or Ile knocke your knaues…

Gru. My Mr is growne quarrelsome: I should knocke you first, And then I know after who comes…

Petr. Will it not be? 'Faith sirrah, and you'l not knocke, Ile ring it, Ile trie how you…

He rings him by the eares

Gru. Helpe mistris helpe, my master is mad.

Petr. Now knocke when I bid you: sirrah villaine.

Enter Hortensio.

Hor. How now, what's the matter? My olde friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio? How do you…

Petr. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? Contutti le core bene trobatto, may I say.

Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto multo honorata signi­ ior mio Petruchio. Rise Grumio rise, we will compound…

Gru. Nay 'tis no matter sir, what he leges in Latine. If this be not a lawfull cause…

Petr. A sencelesse villaine: good Hortensio, I bad the rascall knocke vpon your gate, And could not get…

Gru. Knocke at the gate? O heauens: spake you not these words plaine? Sirra, Knocke me heere: rappe…

Petr. Sirra be gone, or talke not I aduise you.

Hor. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledge: Why this a heauie chance twixt him and you, Your ancient…

Petr. Such wind as scatters yongmen throgh yͤ world, To seeke their fortunes farther then at home, Where…

Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, And wish thee to a shrew'd ill‑fauour'd wife? Thou'dst…

Petr. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as wee, Few words suffice: and therefore, if thou know One rich…

Gru. Nay looke you sir, hee tels you flatly what his minde is: why giue him Gold enough,…

Hor. Petruchio, since we are stept thus farre in, I will continue that I broach'd in iest, I…

Petr. Hortensio peace: thou knowst not golds effect, Tell me her fathers name, and 'tis enough: For I…

Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola, An affable and courteous Gentleman, Her name is Katherina Minola, Renown'd in…

Petr. I know her father, though I know not her, And he knew my deceased father well: I…

Gru. I pray you Sir let him go while the humor lasts. A my word, and she knew…

Hor. Tarrie Petruchio, I must go with thee, For in Baptistas keepe my treasure is: He hath the…

Gru. Katherine the curst, A title for a maide, of all titles the worst.

Hor. Now shal my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me disguis'd in sober robes, To old…

Enter Gremio and Lucentio disgused.

Gru. Heere's no knauerie. See, to beguile the olde‑ folkes, how the young folkes lay their heads together.…

Hor. Peace Grumio, it is the riuall of my Loue. Petruchio stand by a while.

Grumio. A proper stripling, and an amorous.

Gremio. O very well, I haue perus'd the note: Hearke you sir, Ile haue them verie fairely bound,…

Luc. What ere I reade to her, Ile pleade for you, As for my patron, stand you so…

Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is.

Gru. Oh this Woodcocke, what an Asse it is.

Petru. Peace sirra.

Hor. Grumio mum: God saue you signior Gremio.

Gre. And you are wel met, Signior Hortensio. Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola, I…

Hor. 'Tis well: and I haue met a Gentleman Hath promist me to helpe one to another, A…

Gre. Beloued of me, and that my deeds shal proue.

Gru. And that his bags shal proue.

Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our loue, Listen to me, and if you speake me…

Gre. So said, so done, is well: Hortensio, haue you told him all her faults?

Petr. I know she is an irkesome brawling scold: If that be all Masters, I heare no harme.

Gre. No, sayst me so, friend? What Countreyman?

Petr. Borne in Verona, old Butonios sonne: My father dead, my fortune liues for me, And I do…

Gre. Oh sir, such a life with such a wife, were strange: But if you haue a stomacke,…

Petr. Will I liue?

Gru. Wil he woo her? I: or Ile hang her.

Petr. Why came I hither, but to that intent? Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine eares?…

Gru. For he feares none.

Grem. Hortensio hearke: This Gentleman is happily arriu'd, My minde presumes for his owne good, and yours.

Hor. I promist we would be Contributors, And beare his charge of wooing what□oere.

Gremio. And so we wil, prouided that he win her.

Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.

Enter Tranio braue, and Biondello.

Tra. Gentlemen God saue you. If I may be bold Tell me I beseech you, which is the…

Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters: ist he you meane?

Tra. Euen he Biondello.

Gre. Hearke you sir, you meane not her to⸺

Tra. Perhaps him and her sir, what haue you to do?

Petr. Not her that chides sir, at any hand I pray.

Tranio. I loue no chiders sir: Biondello, let's away.

Luc. Well begun Tranio.

Hor. Sir, a word ere you go: Are you a sutor to the Maid you talke of, yea…

Tra. And if I be sir, is it any offence?

Gremio. No: if without more words you will get you hence.

Tra. Why sir, I pray are not the streers as free For me, as for you?

Gre. But so is not she.

Tra. For what reason I beseech you.

Gre. For this reason if you'l kno, That she's the choise loue of Signior Gremio.

Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio.

Tra. Softly my Masters: If you be Gentlemen Do me this right: heare me with patience. Baptista is…

Gre. What, this Gentleman will out‑talke vs all.

Luc. Sir giue him head, I know hee'l proue a Iade.

Petr. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as aske you, Did you yet euer see Baptistas daughter?

Tra. No sir, but heare I do that he hath two: The one, as famous for a scolding…

Petr. Sir, sir, the first's for me, let her go by.

Gre. Yea, leaue that labour to great Hercules, And let it be more then Alcides twelue.

Petr. Sir vnderstand you this of me (insooth) The yongest daughter whom you hearken for, Her father keepes…

Tranio. If it be so sir, that you are the man Must steed vs all, and me amongst…

Hor. Sir you say wel, and wel you do conceiue, And since you do professe to be a…

Tranio. Sir, I shal not be slacke, in signe whereof, Please ye we may contriue this afternoone, And…

Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion: fellowes let's be gon.

Hor. The motions good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shal be your Been venuto.

Exeunt.

Enter Katherina and Bianca.

Bian. Good sister wrong me not, nor wrong your self, To make a bondmaide and a slaue of…

Kate. Of all thy sutors heere I charge tel Whom thou lou'st best: see thou dissemble not.

Bianca. Beleeue me sister, of all the men aliue, I neuer yet beheld that speciall face, Which I…

Kate. Minion thou lyest: Is't not Hortensio?

Bian. If you affect him sister, heere I sweare Ile pleade for you my selfe, but you shal…

Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more, You wil haue Gremio to keepe you faire.

Bian. Is it for him you do enuie me so? Nay then you iest, and now I wel…

Ka. If that be iest, then all the rest was so.

Strikes her

Enter Baptista.

Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growes this in­ solence? Bianca stand aside, poore gyrle she weepes: Go…

Kate. Her silence flouts me, and Ile be reueng'd.

Flies after Bianca

Bap. What in my sight? Bianca get thee in.

Exit.

Kate. What will you not suffer me: Nay now I see She is your treasure, she must haue…

Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I? But who comes heere.

Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a meane man, Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy bearing a…

Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista.

Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God saue you Gentlemen.

Pet. And you good sir: pray haue you not a daugh­ ter, cal'd Katerina, faire and vertuous.

Bap. I haue a daughter sir, cal'd Katerina.

Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me signior Gremio, giue me leaue. I am a Gentleman of Verona sir, That hearing…

Bap. Y'are welcome sir, and he for your good sake. But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,…

Pet. I see you do not meane to part with her, Or else you like not of my…

Bap. Mistake me not, I speake but as I finde, Whence are you sir? What may I call…

Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's sonne, A man well knowne throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.

Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are poore petitioners speake too? Bacare, you are…

Pet. Oh, Pardon me signior Gremio, I would faine be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not sir. But you will curse Your wooing neighbors: this is a guift Very…

Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio: Welcome good Cambio. But gentle sir, Me thinkes you walke like a…

Tra. Pardon me sir, the boldnesse is mine owne, That being a stranger in this Cittie heere, Do…

Bap. Lucentio is your name, of whence I pray.

Tra. Of Pisa sir, sonne to Vincentio.

Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report, I know him well: you are verie welcome sir: Take…

Pet. Signior Baptista, my businesse asketh haste, And euerie day I cannot come to woo, You knew my…

Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my Lands, And in possession twentie thousand Crownes.

Pet. And for that dowrie, Ile assure her of Her widdow‑hood, be it that she suruiue me In…

Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd, That is her loue: for that is all in…

Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father, I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:…

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Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou looke so pale?

Hor. For feare I promise you, if I looke pale.

Bap. What, will my daughter proue a good Musiti­ an?

Hor. I thinke she'l sooner proue a souldier, Iron may hold with her, but neuer Lutes.

Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute?

Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the Lute to me: I did but tell her she mistooke…

Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench, I loue her ten times more then ere…

Bap. Wel go with me, and be not so discomfited. Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter, She's…

Exit. Manet Petruchio.

Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere, And woo her with some spirit when she comes.…

Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katerine, that do talke of…

Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate, And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst:…

Pet. Women are made to beare, and so are you.

Kate. No such Iade as you, if me you meane.

Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burthen thee, For knowing thee to be but yong and light.

Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch, And yet as heauie as my waight…

Pet. Shold be, should: buzze.

Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh slow‑wing'd Turtle, shal a buzard take thee?

Kat. I for a Turtle, as he takes a buzard.

Pet. Come, come you Waspe, y'faith you are too angrie.

Kate. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out.

Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies.

Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does weare his sting? In his taile.

Kate. In his tongue?

Pet. Whose tongue.

Kate. Yours if you talke of tales, and so farewell.

Pet. What with my tongue in your taile. Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman,

Kate. That Ile trie.

She strikes him

Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe.

Kate. So may you loose your armes, If you strike me, you are no Gentleman, And if no…

Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes.

Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?

Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen.

Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen

Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so sowre.

Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab.

Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not sowre.

Kate. There is, there is.

Pet. Then shew it me.

Kate. Had I a glasse, I would.

Pet. What, you meane my face.

Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one.

Pet. Now by S. George I am too yong for you.

Kate. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kate. I care not.

Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Insooth you scape not so.

Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle: 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy,…

Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue As Kate this chamber with her princely gate: O be…

Kate. Where did you study all this goodly speech?

Petr. It is extempore, from my mother wit.

Kate. A witty mother, witlesse else her sonne.

Pet. Am I not wise?

Kat. Yes, keepe you warme.

Pet. Marry so I meane sweet Katherine in thy bed: And therefore setting all this chat aside, Thus…

Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my (daughter?

Pet. How but well sir? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amisse.

Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your (dumps?

Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise you You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard, To wish…

Pet. Father, 'tis thus, your selfe and all the world That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amisse of…

Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on sonday first.

Gre. Hark Petruchio, she saies shee'll see thee hang'd (first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay thē godnight our part.

Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I choose her for my selfe, If she and I be pleas'd, what's that…

Bap. I know not what to say, but giue me your hāds, God send you ioy, Petruchio, 'tis…

Gre. Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses.

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu, I will to Venice, sonday comes apace, We will haue rings,…

Exit Petruchio and Katherine.

Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly?

Bap. Faith Gentlemen now I play a marchants part, And venture madly on a desperate Mart.

Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you, 'Twill bring you gaine, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gaine I seeke, is quiet me the match.

Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch: But now Baptista, to your yonger daughter, Now…

Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more Then words can witnesse, or your thoughts can guesse.

Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I.

Tra. Gray‑beard thy loue doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth frie, Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that florisheth.

Bap. Content you gentlemen, I wil cōpound this strife 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of…

Gre. First, as you know, my house within the City Is richly furnished with plate and gold, Basons…

Tra. That only came well in: sir, list to me, I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne,…

Gre. Two thousand Duckets by the yeere of land, My Land amounts not to so much in all:…

Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no lesse Then three great Argosies, besides two Galliasses And twelue…

Gre. Nay, I haue offred all, I haue no more, And she can haue no more then all…

Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world By your firme promise, Gremio is out‑vied.

Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best, And let your father make her the assurance, Shee…

Tra. That's but a cauill: he is olde, I young.

Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old?

Bap. Well gentlemen, I am thus resolu'd, On sonday next, you know My daughter Katherine is to be…

Exit.

Gre. Adieu good neighbour: now I feare thee not: Sirra, yong gamester, your father were a foole To…

Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide, Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten:…

Exit.

Actus Tertia.

Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.

Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir, Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment Her sister Katherine…

Hort. But wrangling pedant, this is The patronesse of heauenly harmony: Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue,…

Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre, To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd: Was it…

Hort. Sirra, I will not beare these braues of thine.

Bianc. Why gentlemen, you doe me double wrong, To striue for that which resteth in my choice: I…

Hort. You'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune?

Luc. That will be neuer, tune your instrument.

Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Heere Madam: Hic Ibat Simois, hic est sigeria tellus, hic steterat Priami regia Celsa senis.

Bian. Conster them.

Luc. Hic Ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lu­ centio, hic est, sonne vnto Vincentio…

Hort. Madam, my Instrument's in tune.

Bian. Let's heare, oh fie, the treble iarres.

Luc. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe.

Bian. Now let mee see if I can conster it. Hic ibat si­ mois, I know you not,…

Hort. Madam, tis now in tune.

Luc. All but the base.

Hort. The base is right, 'tis the base knaue that iars.

Luc. How fiery and forward our Pedant is, Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue,…

Bian. Mistrust it not, for sure Æacides Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather.

Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you, I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,…

Hort. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while, My Lessons make no musicke in three…

Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waite And watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd,…

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learne the order of my fingering, I must begin with…

Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe.

Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio.

Bian. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord: Are, to plead Hortensio's passion: Beeme, Bianca take him…

Enter a Messenger.

Nicke. Mistresse, your father prayes you leaue your (books, And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp, You…

Bian. Farewell sweet masters both, I must be gone.

Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay.

Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant, Methinkes he lookes as though he were in…

Exit.

Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and o­ thers, attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio should be married, And yet we…

Kate. No shame but mine, I must forsooth be forst To giue my hand oppos'd against my heart…

Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too, Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well, What euer fortune stayes…

Kate. Would Katherine had neuer seen him though.

Exit weeping.

Bap. Goe girle, I cannot blame thee now to weepe, For such an iniurie would vexe a very…

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Master, master, newes, and such newes as you neuer heard of,

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

Bion. Why, is it not newes to heard of Petruchio's (comming?

Bap. Is he come?

Bion. Why no sir.

Bap. What then?

Bion. He is comming.

Bap. When will he be heere?

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

Tra. But say, what to thine olde newes?

Bion. Why Petruchio is comming, in a new hat and an old ierkin, a paire of old breeches…

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. Oh sir, his Lackey, for all the world Capari­ soned like the horse: with a linnen stock…

Tra. 'Tis some od humor pricks him to this fashion, Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd.

Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoere he comes.

Bion. Why sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say hee comes?

Bion. Who, that Petruchio came?

Bap. I, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No sir, I say his horse comes with him on his (backe.

Bap. Why that's all one.

Bion. Nay by S. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horse and a man is more then…

Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?

Bap. You are welcome sir.

Petr. And yet I come not well.

Bap. And yet you halt not.

Tra. Not so well apparell'd as I wish you were.

Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus: But where is Kate? where is my louely Bride?…

Bap. Why sir, you know this is your wedding day: First were we sad, fearing you would not…

Tra. And tell vs what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And…

Petr. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heare, Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word,…

Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent robes, Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.

Pet. Not I, beleeue me, thus Ile visit her.

Bap. But thus I trust you will not marry her.

Pet. Good sooth euen thus: therefore ha done with (words, To me she's married, not vnto my cloathes:…

Exit.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire, We will perswade him be it possible, To put…

Bap. Ile after him, and see the euent of this.

Exit.

Tra. But sir, Loue concerneth vs to adde Her fathers liking, which to bring to passe As before…

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolemaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly: 'Twere good me‑thinkes to…

Tra. That by degrees we meane to looke into, And watch our vantage in this businesse, Wee'll ouer‑reach…

Gre. As willingly as ere I came from schoole.

Tra. And is the Bride & Bridegroom coming home?

Gre. A bridegroome say you? 'Tis a groome indeed, A grumlling groome, and that the girle shall finde.

Tra. Curster then she, why 'tis impossible.

Gre. Why hee's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend.

Tra. Why she's a deuill, a deuill, the deu□ls damme.

Gre. Tut, she's a Lambe, a Doue, a foole to him: Ile tell you sir Lucentio; when the…

Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe?

Gre. Trembled and shooke: for why, he stamp'd and swore, as if the Vicar meant to cozen him:…

Musicke playes.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortensio, Baptista.

Petr. Gentlemen & friends, I thank you for your pains, I know you thinke to dine with me…

Bap. Is't possible you will away to night?

Pet. I must away to day before night come, Make it no wonder: if you knew my businesse,…

Tra. Let vs intreat you stay till after dinner.

Pet. It may not be.

Gra. Let me intreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kat. Let me intreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kat. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay, But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Kat. Now if you loue me stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horse.

Gru. I sir, they be ready, the Oates haue eaten the horses.

Kate. Nay then, Doe what thou canst, I will not goe to day, No, nor to morrow, not…

Pet. O Kate content thee, prethee be not angry.

Kat. I will be angry, what hast thou to doe? Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. I marry sir, now it begins to worke.

Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner, I see a woman may be made a foole If she…

Pet. They shall goe forward Kate at thy command, Obey the Bride you that attend on her. Goe…

Exeunt. P. Ka.

Bap. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laugh­ (ing.

Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like.

Luc. Mistresse, what's your opinion of your sister?

Bian. That being mad her selfe, she's madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though Bride & Bride­ (groom wants For to supply the places at the table,…

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?

Bap. She shall Lucentio: come gentlemen lets goe.

Exeunt.

Enter Grumio.

Gru. Fie, fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Masters, & all foule waies: was euer man…

Enter Curtis.

Curt. Who is that calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of Ice: if thou doubt it, thou maist slide from my shoulder to my heele,…

Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio?

Gru. Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on no water.

Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported.

Gru. She was good Curtis before this frost: but thou know'st winter tames man, woman, and beast: for…

Gru. Away you three inch foole, I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot and so long am I at…

Cur. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?

Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, & therefore fire: do thy duty, and haue…

Cur. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio the newes.

Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as wilt thou.

Cur. Come, you are so full of conicatching.

Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house…

Cur. All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes.

Gru. First know my horse is tired, my master & mi­ stris falne out.

Cur. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby hangs a tale.

Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine eare.

Cur. Heere.

Gru. There.

Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'Tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare,…

Cur. Both of one horse?

Gru. What's that to thee?

Cur. Why a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me, thou shouldst haue heard how her horse…

Cur. By this reckning he is more shrew than she.

Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall finde when he comes home. But…

Cur. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Cur. Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris.

Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne.

Cur. Who knowes not that?

Gru. Thou it seemes, that cals for company to coun­ tenance her.

Cur. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.

Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Nat. Welcome home Grumio.

Phil. How now Grumio.

Ios. What Grumio.

Nick. Fellow Grumio.

Nat. How now old lad.

Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you: fel­ low you: and thus much for greeting. Now my…

Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master?

Gre. E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be not⸺Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be these knaues? What no man at doore To hold my stirrop, nor to take my…

All ser. Heere, heere sir, heere sir.

Pet. Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir. You logger‑headed and vnpollisht groomes: What? no attendance? no…

Gru. Heere sir, as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You pezant, swain, you horson malt‑horse drudg Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,…

Grumio. Nathaniels coate sir was not fully made, And Gabrels pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele: There was…

Pet. Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. Ex. Ser. Where is the life that late I…

Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling.

Pet. A horson beetle‑headed flap‑ear'd knaue: Come Kate sit downe, I know you haue a stomacke, Will you…

1. Ser. I.

Pet. Who brought it?

Peter. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meate: What dogges are these? Where is the rascall Cooke?…

Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet, The meate was well, if you were so contented.

Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away, And I expressely am forbid to touch it:…

Exeunt.

Enter Seruants seuerally.

Nath. Peter didst euer see the like.

Peter. He kils her in her owne humor.

Grumio. Where is he?

Enter Curtis a Seruant.

Cur. In her chamber, making a sermon of continen­ cie to her, and railes, and sweares, and rates,…

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne, And 'tis my hope to end successefully: My Faulcon now…

Exit.

Enter Tranio and Hortensio.

Tra. Is't possible friend Lisio, that mistris Bianca Doth fancie any other but Lucentio, I tel you sir,…

Luc. Sir, to satisfie you in what I haue said, Stand by, and marke the manner of his…

Enter Bianca.

Hor. Now Mistris, profit you in what you reade?

Bian. What Master reade you first, resolue me that?

Hor. I reade, that I professe the Art to loue.

Bian. And may you proue sir Master of your Art.

Luc. While you sweet deere proue Mistresse of my heart.

Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tel me I pray, you that durst sweare that your Mistris Bianca Lou'd…

Tra. Oh despightful Loue, vnconstant womankind, I tel thee Lisio this is wonderfull.

Hor. Mistake no more, I am not Lisio, Nor a Musitian as I seeme to bee, But one…

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I haue often heard Of your entire affection to Bianca, And since mine eyes are…

Hor. See how they kisse and court: Signior Lucentio, Heere is my hand, and heere I firmly vow…

Tra. And heere I take the like vnfained oath, Neuer to marrie with her, though she would intreate,…

Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forsworn For me, that I may surely keepe mine…

Tra. Mistris Bianca, blesse you with such grace, As longeth to a Louers blessed case: Nay, I haue…

Bian. Tranio you iest, but haue you both forsworne mee?

Tra. Mistris we haue.

Luc. Then we are rid of Lisio.

Tra. I'faith hee'l haue a lustie Widdow now, That shalbe woo'd, and wedded in a day.

Bian. God giue him ioy.

Tra. I, and hee'l tame her.

Bianca. He sayes so Tranio.

Tra. Faith he is gone vnto the taming schoole.

Bian. The taming schoole: what is there such a place?

Tra. I mistris, and Petruchio is the master, That teacheth trickes eleuen and twentie long, To tame a…

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Oh Master, master I haue watcht so long, That I am dogge‑wearie, but at last I spied…

Tra. What is he Biondello?

Bio. Master, a Marcantant, or a pedant, I know not what, but formall in apparrell, In gate and…

Luc. And what of him Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, Ile make him glad to seeme Vincentio, And giue…

Par. Take me your loue, and then let me alone.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God saue you sir.

Tra. And you sir, you are welcome, Trauaile you farre on, or are you at the farthest?

Ped. Sir at the farthest for a weeke or two, But then vp farther, and as farre as…

Tra. What Countreyman I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua Sir, marrie God forbid, And come to Padua carelesse of your life.

Ped. My life sir? how I pray? for that goes hard.

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua, know you not the cause? Your…

Ped. Alas sir, it is worse for me then so, For I haue bils for monie by exchange…

Tra. Wel sir, to do you courtesie, This wil I do, and this I wil aduise you, First…

Ped. I sir, in Pisa haue I often bin, Pisa renowned for graue Citizens.

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?

Ped. I know him not, but I haue heard of him: A Merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father sir, and sooth to say, In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, & all one.

Tra. To saue your life in this extremitie, This fauor wil I do you for his sake, And…

Ped. Oh sir I do, and wil repute you euer The patron of my life and libertie.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good, This by the way I let you vnderstand,…

Exeunt.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima

Enter Katherina and Grumio.

Gru. No, no forsooth I dare not for my life.

Ka. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears. What, did he marrie me to famish me?…

Gru. What say you to a Neats foote?

Kate. 'Tis passing good, I prethee let me haue it.

Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate. How say you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd?

Kate. I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me.

Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke. What say you to a peece of Beefe and Mustard?

Kate. A dish that I do loue to feede vpon.

Gru. I, but the Mustard is too hot a little.

Kate. Why then the Beefe, and let the Mustard rest.

Gru. Nay then I wil not, you shal haue the Mustard Or else you get no beefe of…

Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt.

Gru. Why then the Mustard without the beefe.

Kate. Go get thee gone, thou false deluding slaue, Beats him. That feed'st me with the verie name…

Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate.

Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all a‑mort?

Hor. Mistris, what cheere?

Kate. Faith as cold as can be.

Pet. Plucke vp thy spirits, looke cheerfully vpon me. Heere Loue, thou seest how diligent I am, To…

Kate. I pray you let it stand.

Pet. The poorest seruice is repaide with thankes, And so shall mine before you touch the meate.

Kate. I thanke you sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame: Come Mistris Kate, Ile beare you companie.

Petr. Eate it vp all Hortensio, if thou louest mee: Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart:…

Fel. Heere is the cap your Worship did bespeake.

Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger, A Veluet dish: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy, Why…

Kate. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time, And Gentlewomen weare such caps as these.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall haue one too, And not till then.

Hor. That will not be in hast.

Kate. Why sir I trust I may haue leaue to speake, And speake I will. I am no…

Pet. Why thou saist true, it is paltrie cap, A custard coffen, a bauble, a silken pie, I…

Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap, And it I will haue, or I…

Pet. Thy gowne, why I: come Tailor let vs see't. Oh mercie God, what masking stuffe is heere?…

Hor. I see shees like to haue neither cap nor gowne.

Tal. You bid me make it orderlie and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marrie and did: but if you be remembred, I did not bid you marre it to the…

Kate. I neuer saw a better fashion'd gowne, More queint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Belike you meane…

Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee.

Tail. She saies your Worship meanes to make a puppet of her.

Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance: Thou lyest, thou thred, thou thimble, Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,…

Tail. Your worship is deceiu'd, the gowne is made Iust as my master had direction: Grumio gaue order…

Gru. I gaue him no order, I gaue him the stuffe.

Tail. But how did you desire it should be made?

Gru. Marrie sir with needle and thred.

Tail. But did you not request to haue it cut?

Gru. Thou hast fac'd many things.

Tail. I haue.

Gru. Face not mee: thou hast brau'd manie men, braue not me; I will neither bee fac'd nor…

Tail. Why heere is the note of the fashion to testify.

Pet. Reade it.

Gru. The note lies in's throate if he say I said so.

Tail. Inprimis, a loose bodied gowne.

Gru. Master, if euer I said loose‑bodied gowne, sow me in the skirts of it, and beate me…

Pet. Proceede.

Tai. With a small compast cape.

Gru. I confesse the cape.

Tai. With a trunke sleeue.

Gru. I confesse two sleeues.

Tai. The sleeues curiously cut.

Pet. I there's the villanie.

Gru. Error i'th bill sir, error i'th bill? I commanded the sleeues should be cut out, and sow'd…

Tail. This is true that I say, and I had thee in place where thou shouldst know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, giue me thy meat‑yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God‑a‑mercie Grumio, then hee shall haue no oddes.

Pet. Well sir in breefe the gowne is not for me.

Gru. You are i'th right sir, 'tis for my mistris.

Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy masters vse.

Gru. Villaine, not for thy life: Take vp my Mistresse gowne for thy masters vse.

Pet. Why sir, what's your conceit in that?

Gru. Oh sir, the conceit is deeper then you think for: Take vp my Mistris gowne to his…

Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the Tailor paide. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no…

Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow, Take no vnkindnesse of his hastie words: Away…

Exit Tail.

Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers, Euen in these honest meane habiliments: Our purses…

Kate. I dare assure you sir, 'tis almost two, And 'twill be supper time ere you come there.

Pet. It shall be seuen ere I go to horse: Looke what I speake, or do, or thinke…

Hor. Why so this gallant will command the sunne.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drest like Vincentio.

Tra. Sirs, this is the house, please it you that I call.

Ped. I what else, and but I be deceiued, Signior Baptista may remember me Neere twentie yeares a…

Tra. Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus, Tis well, and hold your owne in any case With…

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: but sir here comes your boy, 'Twere good he were school'd.

Tra. Feare you not him: sirra Biondello, Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduise you: Imagine 'twere the…

Bion. Tut, feare not me.

Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista.

Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you look't for him this day…

Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke, Here comes Baptista: set your countenance sir.

Enter Baptista and Lucentio: Pedant booted and bare headed.

Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of, I pray…

Ped. Soft son: sir by your leaue, hauing com to Padua To gather in some debts, my son…

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to say, Your plainnesse and your shortnesse please me well:…

Tra. I thanke you sir, where then doe you know best We be affied and such assurance tane,…

Bap. Not in my house Lucentio, for you know Pitchers haue eares, and I haue manie seruants, Besides…

Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you, There doth my father lie: and there this night.…

Bap. It likes me well: Cambio hie you home, and bid Bianca make her readie straight: And if…

Biond. I praie the gods she may withall my heart.

Exit.

Tran. Dallie not with the gods, but get thee gone. Enter Peter. Signior Baptista, shall I leade the…

Bap. I follow you.

Exeunt.

Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What saist thou Biondello.

Biond. You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon you?

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Biond. Faith nothing: but has left mee here behinde to expound the meaning or morrall of his signes…

Luc. I pray thee moralize them.

Biond. Then thus: Baptista is safe talking with the deceiuing Father of a deceitfull sonne.

Luc. And what of him?

Biond. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

Luc. And then.

Bio. The old Priest at Saint Lukes Church is at your command at all houres.

Luc. And what of all this.

Bion. I cannot tell, expect they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: take you assurance of her, Cum…

Luc. Hear'st thou Biondello.

Biond. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench maried in an afternoone as shee went to the Garden…

Exit.

Luc. I may and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I…

Exit.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Hortentio.

Petr. Come on a Gods name, once more toward our fathers:. Good Lord how bright and goodly shines…

Kate. The Moone, the Sunne: it is not Moonelight now.

Pet. I say it is the Moone that shines so bright.

Kate. I know it is the Sunne that shines so bright.

Pet. Now by my mothers sonne, and that's my selfe, It shall be moone, or starre, or what…

Hort. Say as he saies, or we shall neuer goe.

Kate. Forward I pray, since we haue come so farre, And be it moone, or sunne, or what…

Petr. I say it is the Moone.

Kate. I know it is the Moone.

Petr. Nay then you lye: it is the blessed Sunne.

Kate. Then God be blest, it is the blessed sun, But sunne it is not, when you say…

Hort. Petruchio, goe thy waies, the field is won.

Petr. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowle should (run, And not vnluckily against the Bias: But soft, Company…

Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him.

Kate. Yong budding Virgin, faire, and fresh, & sweet, Whether away, or whether is thy aboade? Happy the…

Petr. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad, This is a man old, wrinckled, faded,…

Kate. Pardon old father my mistaking eies, That haue bin so bedazled with the sunne, That euery thing…

Petr. Do good old grandsire, & withall make known Which way thou trauellest, if along with vs, We…

Vin. Faire Sir, and you my merry Mistris, That with your strange encounter much amasde me: My name…

Petr. What is his name?

Vinc. Lucentio gentle sir.

Petr. Happily met, the happier for thy sonne: And now by Law, as well as reuerent age, I…

Vinc. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure, Like pleasant trauailors to breake a Iest…

Hort. I doe assure thee father so it is.

Petr. Come goe along and see the truth hereof, For our first merriment hath made thee iealous.

Exeunt.

Hor. Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart; Haue to my Widdow, and if she froward Then…

Exit.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio is out before.

Biond. Softly and swiftly sir, for the Priest is ready.

Luc. I flie Biondello; but they may chance to neede thee at home, therefore leaue vs.

Exit.

Biond. Nay faith, Ile see the Church a your backe, and then come backe to my mistris as…

Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Vincentio, Grumio with Attendants.

Petr. Sir heres the doore, this is Lucentios house, My Fathers beares more toward the Market‑place, Thither must…

Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go, I thinke I shall command your welcome here;…

Knock.

Grem. They're busie within, you were best knocke lowder.

Pedant lookes out of the window.

Ped. What's he that knockes as he would beat downe the gate?

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within sir?

Ped. He's within sir, but not to be spoken withall.

Vinc. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merrie withall.

Ped. Keepe your hundred pounds to your selfe, hee shall neede none so long as I liue.

Petr. Nay, I told you your sonne was well beloued in Padua: doe you heare sir, to leaue…

Ped. Thou liest his Father is come from Padua, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. I sir, so his mother saies, if I may beleeue her.

Petr. Why how now gentleman: why this is flat kna­ uerie to take vpon you another mans name.

Peda. Lay hands on the villaine, I beleeue a meanes to cosen some bodie in this Citie vnder…

Enter Biondello.

Bio. I haue seene them in the Church together, God send'em good shipping: but who is here? mine…

Vin. Come hither crackhempe.

Bion. I hope I may choose Sir.

Vin. Come hither you rogue, what haue you forgot mee?

Biond. Forgot you, no sir: I could not forget you, for I neuer saw you before in all…

Vinc. What, you notorious villaine, didst thou neuer see thy Mistris father, Vincentio?

Bion. What my old worshipfull old master? yes marie sir see where he lookes out of the window.

Vin. Ist so indeede.

He beates Biondello.

Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will mur­ der me.

Pedan. Helpe, sonne, helpe signior Baptista.

Petr. Pree the Kate let's stand aside and see the end of this controuersie.

Enter Pedant with seruants, Baptista, Tranio.

Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beate my ser­ uant?

Vinc. What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immor­ tall Goddes: oh fine villaine, a…

Tra. How now, what's the matter?

Bapt. What is the man lunaticke?

Tra. Sir, you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman by your habit: but your words shew you a mad…

Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a Saile‑maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake sir, you mistake sir, praie what do you thinke is his name?

Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue brought him vp euer since he…

Ped. Awaie, awaie mad asse, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine onelie sonne and heire to…

Ven. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Master; laie hold on him I charge you in the Dukes…

Tra. Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile: father Baptista, I charge you see…

Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile?

Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison.

Bap. Talke not signior Gremio: I saie he shall goe to prison.

Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, least you be coni­ catcht in this businesse: I dare sweare this is…

Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st.

Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it.

Tran. Then thou wert best saie that I am not Lu­ centio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.

Bap. Awaie with the dotard, to the Iaile with him.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Biancu.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abusd: oh mon­ strous villaine.

Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him, forsweare him, or else we are all…

Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.

Luc. Pardon sweete father.

Kneele.

Vin. Liues my sweete sonne?

Bian. Pardon deere father.

Bap. How hast thou offended, where is Lucentio?

Luc. Here's Lucentio, right sonne to the right Vin­ centio, That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine,…

Gre. Here's packing with a witnesse to deceiue vs all.

Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio, That fac'd and braued me in this matter so?

Bap. Why, tell me is not this my Cambio?