And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: A custard coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: And it I will have, or I will have none. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay:-Come tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Like to a censert in a barber's shop:Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor gown. [Aside. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remem- I did not bid you mar it to the time. Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble, Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant; I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. made Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread. Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust. Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown: Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown. Pet. Proceed. Tai. With a small compassed cape ;* Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;- Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where thou should'st know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, and give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'the right, Sir; 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. O, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid : [Aside. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow. Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit TAILOR. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments; So honour peereth‡ in the meanest habit. foot. Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time. Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is. A round cape. Measuring yard. Appeareth. Ped. I warrant you: But, Sir, here comes your boy; Twere good he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, How do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear 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'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. [Sir. Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance, Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met:— Sir, [To the PEDANT.] This is the gentleman I told you of; pray you, stand good father to me now, Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua like No worse than I, Sir,-upon some agreement, well. Right true it is, your son Lucentio here sent. Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best, We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, * Brave. know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants! Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, There doth my father lie; and there, this night, We'll pass the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your servant here, My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning, You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Bup. It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready straight; And, if you will, tell what hath happened:Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? [Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio.— Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moralt of his signs and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him? Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then? * Accidentally. + Secret purpose. Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.' Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: Kath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kuth. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun : But sun it is not, when you say it is not, Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.- Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode? Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known Which way thon travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company. Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling- And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. And now by law, as well as reverend age, I may entitle thee-my loving father; Vin. But is this true? or is it else your plea. Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other sule. Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir; for the priest is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, [place; My father's bears more toward the marketThither must I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You shall not choose but drink before Enter PEDANT above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate? Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, Sir?-to leave fri volous circumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father' Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Re-enter BIONDELLO. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here ?. mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONDello. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Fin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me? Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!-O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university. Tra. How now! what's the matter? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it. Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo. Bup. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir: Pray, what do you think is his name? Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is--Tranio. Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-O, my son, my son !-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail : Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the jail! Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you * A hat with a conical crown. be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio. tio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucen Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:-O monstrous villain! Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. [Kneeling. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How hast thou offended?Where is Lucentio? [Kneeling. [mine, Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.t Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, Made me exchange my state with Tranio, Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany, [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna very. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. [Exit. PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, let's away. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have Have at you for a bitter jest or two. [begun, Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, Better once than never, for never too late. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,— For now we sit to chat, as well as eat. Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fearst his widow. Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. [sense; Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Kath. Mistress, how mean you that? Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round: I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, And then pursue me as you draw your bow:You are welcome all. [Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior, Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift* simile, but something currish. Tra. "Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird,t good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, "Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, Let's each one send unto his wife; Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. Luc. A hundred then. Hor. Content. Pet. A match; 'tis done. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. [Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all my self. |