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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 a Musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

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Of that report which I so oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do present you with a man of mine,

[Presenting HORTENSIO.
Cunning in music, and the mathematics,
To instruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant:
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong;
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your good sake:

But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more my grief.
Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her;
Or else you like not of my comput
Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.
Whence are you, Sir? what may I call your

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Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: Baccare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your wooing.

Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting LUCENTIO.] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle Sir, [To TRANIO.] methinks, you walk like a stranger; May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine That, being a stranger in this city here, [own; Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest sister:
This liberty is all that I request,-
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the rest.

* A proverbial exclamation then in use.

I here bestow a simple instrument, [books: And this small packet of Greek and Latin If you accept them, then their worth is great. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray?

Tra. Of Pisa, Sir; son to Vincentio.
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report
I know him well: you are very welcome, Sir.-
Take you [To HOR.] the lute, and you [To
LUC.] the set of books,

You shall go see your pupils presently.
Holla, within!

Sirrah, lead

Enter a SERVANT.

These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both,

These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit SERVANT, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO.

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner: You are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh And every day I cannot come to woo. [haste, You knew my father well; and in him, me, Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd: Then tell me,-if I get your daughter's love, What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my

lands:

And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood,-be it that she survive me,—
In all my lands and leases whatsoever:
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well eb

tain'd,

This is, her love; for that is all in all. Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their
fury:

Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and so she yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Bup. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be

thy speed!

But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for

winds,

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Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them:

[head, And, with that word, she struck me on the And through the instrument. my pate made And there I stood amazed for a while, [way; As on a pillory, looking through the lute: While she did call me,-rascal fiddler, And-twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,

As she had studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more then e'er I did: 0, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:

Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.-
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,-
[Ereunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO,
and HORTENSIO.]

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; Why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,

And say-she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though she bid me stay by her a week;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I shall ask the banns, and when be married :

But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. Enter KATHARINA.

Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, hear.

I

Kath. Well have you heard, but something

hard of hearing;

They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;-
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
(Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,).
Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
Kath. Mov'd! in good time: let him that
mov'd you hither,

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first,
You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Kath. A joint stool.

Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.
Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are

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Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too angry.

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.

Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting?

In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.
Pet. Whose tongue?

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell.

Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Kath. That I'll try.

[ Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Kath. So may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why, then no arms:

Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your crest? a coxcomb?
Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my

hen.

Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a

craven.

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Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour.

Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then show it me.

Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Kath. Well aim'd oft such a young one.

Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

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.

Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.

'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and

sullen,

And now I find report a very liar ;
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing

courteous;

But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: [askance, 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, With gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp?

O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Is straight, and slender ; and as brown in hue As hazel nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

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And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sport- ¦ Bap. I know not what to say: but give me ful!

Kath. Where did you study all this goodly

speech?

Pet. It is extempore from my mother-wit. Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. Pet. Am I not wise?

your hands;

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be wit

nesses.

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace: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'Sunthy bed:

Kath. Yes; keep you warm.

And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Thus in plain terms:-Your father hath con

sented [on; That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, am a husband for your turn; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, (Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,) Thou must be married to no man but me: For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate; And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate Conformable, as other household Kates. Here comes your father; never make denial, I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.
Bap. Now,

Signior Petruchio: How speed you with
My daughter?

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well?
It were impossible, I should speed amiss.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine?
in your dumps?

Kath. Call you me, daughter? now I promise you,

You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;
A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourself and all the
world,

That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If she be curst, it is for policy:
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;

For patience she will prove a second Grissel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:
And to conclude, we have 'greed so well to-
gether,

That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then good night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself;

If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
"Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curst in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate!
She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love,
O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see,t
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest

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day.

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINE, severally.

Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Tra. "Twas a commodity lay fretting by you:
Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch.
But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;-
Now is the day we long have looked for;
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear

as I.

Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.
Gre. But thine doth fry.

Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flou-

risheth.

Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound this strife:

"Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love.

Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within

the city

Is richly furnished with plate and gold;
Basins, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,
Fine linen, Turky cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or housekeeping: then, at my farm,
Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.
Tru. That, only, came well in
-Sir, list to
[me,
I am my father's heir, and only son:
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old signior Gremio has in Padua;
Besides two thousand ducats by the year,,
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her join-

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land!

My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy,
What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?
That now is lying in Marseilles' road:-
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no
less

* Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes.
† A large merchant ship.

ses,

Than three great argosies; besides two gallias- | But learn my lessons as I please myself.
And, to cut off all strife, here.sit we down:-
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in
tune?

[her, And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure And twice as much, whate'er thou offers next. Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; And she can have no more than all I have;If you like me, she shall have me and mine. Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,

By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied. Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me: If you should die before him, where's her dówer?

Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?

Bup. Well, gentlemen,

[know, I am thus resolv'd:-On Sunday next, you My daughter Katharine is to be married': Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca Be bride to you, if you make this assurance; If not, to signior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
[Exit.
Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now i fear
thee not;

Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and, in his waning age,
Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.

[Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd

hide!

;

Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.t "Tis in my head to do my master good:I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father, call'd-suppos'd Vincentio And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly, Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning. [Exit.

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[To BIANCA.HORTENSIO retires. Luc. That will be never ;-tune your instrument.

Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Here, madam :

Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Hic steterat Priami regiu celsa senis.
Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.* Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.

[Returning. Bian. Let's hear;- [HORTENSIO plays. O fie! the treble jars.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not; -celsa senis, despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Luc. All but the base.

Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave

that jars.

How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Eecides
Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I pro-
mise you,

Was

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,
Hor. You may go walk, [To LUCENTIO] and
give me leave awhile;

My lessons make no music in three parts.
Luc. Are you so formal, Sir? well, I must
wait,

And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Our fine musician groweth amorous.

[Aside.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instru
ment,

To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all
accord.

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

C faut, that loves with all affection; D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I; E la mi, show pity, or I die. Call you this gamut? tut! I like it not: Old fashions pleaseme best; I am not so nice, To change true rules for odd inventions.

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Enter a SERVANT.

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new 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 BIANCA and SERVANT. broken points: His horse hipped with an old with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two Luc. Faith mistress, then I have no cause to mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: be[Exit. Hor. 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

stay.

dant;

Methinks, he looks as though he were in love:-infected with the fashions, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives,t stark spoiled with the stag

Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,"

Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee rang-gers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the

ing,

Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing
Exit.
SCENE II.-The same.-Before BAPTISTA'S

House.

Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINE,
BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants.

back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged bestall of sheep's leather; which, being restrainfore, and with a half-checked bit, and a headed to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread."

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bup. Signior Lucentio, [To TRANIO.] this is the 'pointed day [ried, Bion. O, Sir, bis lackey, for all the world caThat 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 a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.

attends

To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth,
be forc'd

To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen ;t
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at lei-

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Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Bap-
tista too;

Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him
though!

[Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to
weep;

For such an injury would vex a saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

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Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to
this fashion;-

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he

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A horse and a man is more than one, and yet
not many.

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is

at home?

Bap. You are welcome, Sir.
Pet. And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra. Not so well apparell'd
As I wish you were.

Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?-
How does my father?-Gentles, methinks you
frown:

And wherefore gaze this goodly company;
As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wed

ding-day:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come;
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import
Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,
And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

* Farcy.

Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles.

+ Velvet.

Stocking.

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