Bion. Why, no, sir.
Bap. What then?
Bion. He is coming.
'Bap. When will he be here?

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

:

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?

But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent
robes;

Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice Though in some part enforced to digress:" turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword As you shall well be satisfied withal. ta'en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shouldershotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half- To me she's married, not unto my clothes: checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather: Could I repair what she will wear in me, which, being restrained to keep him from stum- As I can change these poor accoutrements, bling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's But what a fool am I, to chat with you, crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there And seal the title with a lovely kiss? pieced with packthread.

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pel. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done
with words;

[Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:

(Erit

Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world capa- We will persuade him, be it possible, risoned like the horse; with a linen stock on one To put on better ere he go to church. leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. with a red and blue list: an old hat, 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. Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion;

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.

Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add
Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass,
As I before imparted to your worship,
am to get a man,-whate'er he be,

I

It skills not much: we'll fit him to our turn,—
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;

Bap. I am glad he is come, nowsoe'er he And make assurance, here in Padua,

comes.

Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came ?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,

Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; on his back.

Bap. Why, that's all one.

Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many.

Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

Which once perform'd, let all the world say-no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint' musician, amorous Licio;

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at All for my master's sake, Lucentio.—

home?

Re-enter Gremio.

Signior Gremio! came you from the church?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?

Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, in-
deed,

A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
I'll tell you, sir Lucentio; When the priest
Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife,
|Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,

(3) Velvet.
(4) Stocking.
(3) i. e. To deviate from my promise.
(6) Matters. (7) Strange.

Pet. I am content. Kath. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay. Pet.

Grumio, my horses. Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, sir, there lies your way.
You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green;
For
me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself:-
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not

Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do ?Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :I see a woman may be made a fool,

(1) It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriageceremony.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

Gru. Call them forth.
Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my
master, to countenance my mistress.
Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Enter several Servants.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you;-how now, you;-what, you;-fellow, you; and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready: How near is our

Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching: Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white master? stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and thereon? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, fore be not,- -Cock's passion, silence!I hear the carpets laid, and every thing in order? my master. Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee,

news?

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Enter Petruchio and Katharina.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mis

tress:

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!-
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
What, no attendance? no regard? no duty ?-
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-
horse drudge

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel;
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:
-But hadst thou not There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gre-
thou shouldst have heard how her horse
gory;

Gru. Tell thou the tale :

crossed me,

fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoil-Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. ed;1 ; how he left her with the horse upon her; how Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she [Exeunt some of the Servants.

waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how Where is the life that late I led[Sings. he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed be- Where are those-Sit down, Kate, and welcome. fore; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how Soud, soud, soud, soud !

her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper ;—|

Re-enter Servants, with supper.

with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be to thy grave.

merry.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? she. It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings. Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of As he forth walked on his way :you all shall find, when he comes home. But what Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: talk I of this?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nich- Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.olas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let [Strikes him. their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what, ho!brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you let them curtsey with their left legs; and not pre

hence,

sume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

(5) A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise made by a person heated and tigued.

Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water?
[A bason is presented to him.
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
[Servant lets the ewer fall.
You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?
[Strikes him.
Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un-
willing.

Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?-I
What is this? mutton?

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat:
What dogs are these?-Where is the rascal cook?
How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,
And serve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage.
You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves?
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;

And I expressly am forbid to touch it,

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,-
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,-
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we'll fast for company:
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis.
Nath. [Advancing.] Péter, didst ever see the
like?

Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure."
Another way I have to man my haggard,2
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:-
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
That all is done in reverent care of her;
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night;
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.

(1) A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk was to pursue.

(2) To tame my wild hawk.

This is the way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong hu-

mour:

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. [Exit.
SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's house.
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They stand aside.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?
Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me
that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love.
Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your

art!

Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of
my heart.
[They retire.

Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me,
I pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca
Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman
kind!-

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you,-if you be so contented,-
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever."

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Signior
Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here firmly vow-
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,-
Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat:
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite
forsworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard:
And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love:-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit Hortensio.-Luc. and Bian. advance.
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!
Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.
Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both for-
sworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

[Aside. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: